“We’re not done with this conversation.” “All right. Make sure to bring it up again when you’re ready to talk about why you and Oliver broke up,” he snaps. I jerk back. His eyes shut. “Shit. Sorry, Dahlia. That was unfair of me.” The iciness in my chest that seems to vanish in Julian’s presence returns with the strength of a blizzard. “No worries. I’ve dealt with worse comments.”
