Julian’s frown deepens. “If you like the house, then you’ll have to put in a competitive offer.” “But you’re a billionaire.” “So?” “So how the hell am I supposed to outbid you?” He strokes his chin like an evil villain. “I see your point.” “Great. Now if you’ll do me a solid and pretend you never saw the house, I’ll be forever indebted to you.” “Forever indebted to me?” His voice lowers, awakening hundreds of butterflies from their cocoons. Hell. Freaking. No. I tilt my head back. “Let me have this one. Please.”
