Wesley walked to the table where Julian was sitting, a smirk playing on his face. Julian ignored it and gave him a small nod as he pulled out a chair and sat down.
“Who could have guessed you’d be the one to come looking for me after what you pulled?” Wesley asked, the self-satisfied smirk on his face deepening.
“If you had picked up your d*mn phone, I would not have had to show my face here,” Julian said. This could have been a simple phone call. Instead, it had turned into a flight.
“Well, can you blame me?” Wesley asked as a waitress stepped up and poured him a gla*s of red wine.
The waitress asked whether they were ready to order, but Julian said no. After all, he hadn’t come here to sit and dine with Wesley. The faster he got out of there, the better.
“So, what did you want to ta
