Unexpectedly, Julian stopped.

He looked down at Francesca, who was nestled in his arms, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the sheer force of restraint…

After what felt like an eternity, he moved off her, sparing her—for now.

Julian’s expression was unreadable, his tone detached. “Go wash up.”

When Francesca got up, her legs trembled so much it was a struggle to stay upright. Stumbling toward the bathroom, she froze before the ...