Julian eased into the chair next to the bed, his long legs crossing with languid precision. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his physique made for the clean, commanding lines of custom suits. The kind of man who carried his striking good looks with an almost effortless self-assurancehis face, chiseled and classically handsome, could have been pulled from a Renaissance painting.

Hed been the heartthrob of their university days, the kind of man who left others in his shadow. And ...