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My eyes narrow. “We’re not done with this conversation.”
“All right. Make sure to bring it up again when you’re ready to talk about why you and Oliver broke up,” he snaps.
I jerk back.
His eyes shut. “Shit. Sorry, Dahlia. That was unfair of me.” The iciness in my chest that seems to vanish in Julian’s presence returns with the strength of a blizzard.
“No worries. I’ve dealt with worse comments.” I walk around Julian, ignoring the spark that flares between us when his skin brushes against mine as I head toward the next room.
“Wait!” He yanks on my arm.
“What are you doing?” I shake him off.
He tightens his hold, making my stomach dive in the process. “You almost walked into a spiderweb.”
I look up from his arm wrapped around my middle to the massive web hanging like a curtain under the archway.
“Oh God.” I shudder.
I freakinghatespiders.
Julian releases me, taking his warmth with him. “I’ll take the lead.”
I wave a shaky hand toward the spiderweb. “Go ahead.”
“You could at least try to put up a fight about wanting to be in charge.”
“Sorry. The feminism left my body the moment you mentioned spiders.”
His lips curve at the corners. “Some things never change.”
It only takes a single smile from him to make me forget I was mad in the first place.
He used your relationship with Oliver as a weapon. Act like it!
I kill whatever buzz I felt as Julian leads the way.
Julian and I make our way through the entire house, cataloging each room and all the work that needs to be done. He writes diligent notes on his phone while I take photos of every room.
Tension between us builds with every pass of the measuring tape, leaving me cranky and desperate to go home as we get to the seventh bedroom. When I hold my hand out in a silent request, Julian holds the tape hostage.
“What?” I grind out.
“I’ve been thinking.”
“Should we mark this special occasion?”
A wrinkle cuts across his forehead from how hard he frowns. “I’m sorry for what I said downstairs.”
“Fine.”
Do I forgive him for losing his cool? Yeah.
Does that mean I’m not pissed about what he said? No, seeing as this is the second time he has used my failed relationship as a weapon against me.
I bite down on my tongue hard enough to taste blood. “Tape, please.”
He doesn’t make a move to pass it, so I lift my hand and wiggle my fingers.
