Julian slipped into a robe with one hand and walked out of the bathroom.

A night like this—after a long separation and a sudden reunion—was destined for sleeplessness. And Julian, rare as it was, had free time. Rare time to miss Francesca… even if she was right next door.

But they weren’t husband and wife anymore. Knocking on her door in the middle of the night would be crossing the line.

Besides… she hated him.

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