♥ Jethro ♥
Juliette’s beach house was exactly like her. Polished, dramatic, and cold beneath all the beauty. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the ocean waves crashing against the shore. The air smelled faintly of vanilla candles and expensive wine, but even that wasn’t enough to calm the tension that simmered in my chest. Juliette opened the door with a radiant smile, dressed in a flowing silk gown that caught the light like liquid gold.
“Jethro,” she purred as she stepped aside to let me in. “You are early,”
“I know,” I said, my voice was steady, but my hands felt too tight in my pockets.
“Dinner is almost ready. I made your favorite…roast duck with plum sauce,” she said as she reached for my jacket, but I stepped back.
“Juliette, we need to talk,” I said firmly. Her smile faltered j
