Julian's eyes suddenly snapped open, a sharp edge flickering through his gaze.
"Theresa Butler? Who told you about her?"
"Uh—"
Michael immediately picked up on Julian's icy expression. Something had clearly gone wrong. If he mentioned Claire now, she’d probably take the heat for it later.
He hesitated, racking his brain for how to steer things away.
Julian cut in, voice calm but unmistakably cold. "Was it Claire?"
She texted him last night wishing him a nice weekend.
Michael was practically sweating bullets.
Seriously, there was no hiding anything from this guy. If he didn’t clear things up fast, it could get worse.
"Well… on Wednesday morning, you said you'd be heading to Willow City on Saturday, but didn’t say why. That same day, I spoke with Claire about a b
