"You're quiet," I say.
He sets the bottle down. "Just thinking."
"About?"
"You. This Daniel situation." He meets my eyes. "Black roses, Liza. That's not just angry ex behavior. That's insane!”
My fork stills halfway to my mouth. "I know."
"Look, I know you're trying to be strong about this, but you can't stay at Reeves' anymore." His tone is gentle but firm, leaving no room for argument. "It's not safe, Liza. Not with Daniel knowing where you are."
"I'm working on finding a place—"
"Move in with me."
The words hang between us. My heart stumbles.
"Julian—"
"I'm serious." He leans forward, elbows on the table. "I'll go crazy wondering if you're safe. I'd rather have you here, where I can keep an eye on you."
"We've only been together a few weeks. I don't want to pressure you, make you feel like you have to—"
"You're not pressuring me." His voice softens. "I want this. I want you here."
I twist the stem of my wine glass, fighting the warmth spreading through my chest. I can't believe he wants me to move in with him already. "Kendra will be thrilled, at least."
He laughs. "I bet."
"She really doesn't like me."
"What's not to like," he teases.
"I've turned her home into a crime scene waiting to happen."
Julian's mouth curves. "Well, I wouldn't like you either if I were her."
I blink. "Exactly"
"You're too sexy. I'd be threatened."
Laughter bubbles out of me. "Oh my God. You think Kendra's worried about Reeves and me?”
"Isn't she?"
"He's my boss. My best friend's ex-husband. There's nothing to worry about."
Julian takes a slow sip of wine, eyes glinting. "If you say so."
"Are you jealous?" I tease, leaning in.
"No."
"Liar."
"Maybe a little." He grins. "I've never seen you in action at work. Flirting for tips, charming drunk pool players."
"You're welcome to come by anytime."
