It was all Julian could do to not scoff out loud. He stepped next to Winter and slipped his hand around her waist.
He knew Wesley had said those things about Winter on purpose. He could as well have been confirming his desire for her to the reporters.
“You are,” he answered flatly. “We were just leaving.”
He made a move to steer Winter away, but Wesley held a hand out. “What’s the hurry? We should grab a drink together. Celebrate the occasion. It went well, right?”
Wesley had a smirk on his face that Julian felt tempted to smack off his face. But that wouldn’t work for them, would it? There were some reporters still in the room, gathering their stuff.
“We are kind of in a hurry,” Julian said. “Maybe another time.”
“Another time, then,” Wesley said with a little shrug. And then, he sw
