They didn’t head to a loud, crowded club where they’d have to shout to be heard. Instead, Julian had booked a table at a dimly lit jazz bistro where the wine was aged and the conversation was even better.
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She opened the door to Julian, a man who carried his forty-five years in the slight silver at his temples and the way his tailored navy blazer fit his shoulders. He didn’t offer a nervous pick-up line; he just looked at her with an appreciative, steady gaze that made her pulse skip. They didn’t head to a loud, crowded club