“Warned her about what?” Dahlia perks up. “Julian leaves a trail of sad women behind him.” “No, I don’t.” I don’t know why I feel the need to defend myself, but I stupidly continue. “And I didn’t break Annabelle’s heart.” She would need to possess one to begin with, and our exchange proved otherwise. “How would you know?” Lily asks. “Because we only went on three dates.” All of which ended with me politely escorting her to the door each night and giving her a kiss on the cheek. There was no buzz. No chemistry. No special spark that had my blood rushing and my head spinning.
