138 — JULIAN ADAMS (POV)

My phone buzzes inside my pant pocket, but I make no mention of picking it up because I know exactly why they’re calling me so much; I have a meeting in a few hours, and I should be going through all the papers instead of standing in front of this jewelry store, looking for the most beautiful diamond I can find.

I run my hand through my hair, messing it up a bit, but I don’t care — the clock is ticking, and I have no idea how I’m going to do this. My fingers dig into the blonde strands, and I close my eyes tightly, with Angel’s worried face appearing in my mind every time I close them, bringing that damn cold in my stomach with it over and over.

I almost didn’t stop Angelee from saying. I almost let those words slip past her soft tongue that would invite me in for a kiss later... But I had to because, from the moment she tells me, we can’t go back.

I knew it ever since I crossed that line with her... When I tasted her kiss, he