He knew that Juliana had entered the building. Now, he was just waiting for her to come out.I want to trust her, he justified, even as guilt pricked at his conscience. I just need to know what she’s up to, that’s all. Lincoln had followed her here to the producer’s studio, tailing her easily. She wasn’t the most observant woman he’d ever met, he thought, as he slipped easily a few yards behind her, pacing her. God forbid she actually had a crazy stalker, the guy would be on top of her before she knew it. Good thing she just has a nice, sane stalker, like you. He winced, but kept on walking. She was wearing a soft, moss-green number today, her brown hair up in a sexy, stylish ponytail with those romantic tendrils wisping around her face, her neck. He wondered what sort of perfume she was wearing. Something floral, romantic…meant to lure with a deceptive front of modesty and girlishness? Or would it be something in-your-face seductive that acted like a punch in the gut? Funny, how either would work for her, in a way that wouldn’t with most other women.
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