Julian tenses behind me. Evan doesn’t spare me another glance as he disappears into the crowd. I escape Julian’s hold and turn toward him. “What the hell was that about?” Julian ignores me as he drains the rest of his whiskey. “I asked you a question.” I poke at his chest. “He’s not your type.” “And how would you know that?” I blurt out. “I just know.” “Feel free to share, since clearly I don’t.” Julian being so acutely aware of my needs rubs me the wrong way. Julian’s nose scrunches with distaste. “He’s too nice.” “I’m sure that seems like a negative trait to you, but to the rest of us, nice
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