Julian Winslow raised an eyebrow, a shadow gradually settling over his handsome features. "Are you going to get out and look for him? College sweethearts, a match made in heaven—too bad he married someone else. But now he's divorced, so are you really in such a hurry to throw yourself into his arms? Even after he betrayed you in the past?"
Shalma Hughes wasn't surprised by his words; she knew he had her life figured out like the back of his hand. What did surprise her was his bluntness. He sounded just like a pouting child whose favorite lollipop had been snatched away by another kid.
Instantly, the tense, suffocating atmosphere between them evaporated.
Shalma cleared her throat before replying, "Winslow, would it kill you to admit you're jealous for once? Why do you have to be so stubborn?"
