Julian Ford wore a well-tailored, dark gray overcoat. The gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose reflected the dim light with a cool glint.
He seemed to have been waiting for some time, exuding a calm, detached air that was utterly out of place in these dilapidated surroundings.
"Cece," he said upon seeing Josie Quinn. His gaze softened behind his lenses, and his voice, though gentle, had a piercing quality that couldn't be ignored. "We need to talk."
Cole's brow furrowed into a knot almost instantly.
Just a few days ago, Cece had told him herself that Julian Ford was her first love.
Before meeting Josie Quinn, he'd had no interest whatsoever in romance.
Josie Quinn was his first love, and his obsession.
So he knew all too well the special magic of that phrase—enough to stir the deepest, most hidden jealousy and insecurity in any man's heart.
