The words had barely left my mouth when Julian spoke, his tone flat and cold.
"Miss Harding, there's a storm rolling in. It's hard to get a cab out here in the suburbs."
I stared at the ice in his eyes and went blank for a moment.
Before I could respond, Grace shot him an annoyed glare.
"Don't be rude!"
She turned back to me, her voice warm with apology.
"Don't mind him, Miss Harding. He was born with that scowl. Too used to playing the big boss at the office."
"But with me? He's honestly the sweetest man alive."
"Sometimes I think I must have saved the galaxy in a past life to deserve someone like him."
As she spoke, she rolled up her sleeve, revealing a faint scar across her wrist.
"Four years ago, my company sent me overseas on assignment. The region was unstable."
"He didn't hesitate. Flew out to be with me for two weeks. But when it was time to leave, fighting broke out. He threw himself over me, shielded me with his body, and we missed the last flight home."
"He was in a coma for a full week before he woke up. After we were finally evacuated, we found out that the flight we'd missed had crashed."