There was something unmistakably masculine gleaming in Julian's eyes.

Francesca felt a flicker of annoyance. She hadn’t wanted to see him. The divorce—every excruciating detail of it—was being handled by the lawyers.

When she moved to shut the door, Julian was faster. He slid one foot forward to block her, then pressed the rest of himself through with a fluid inevitability…

The moment the door clicked shut, Francesca was in his ...