Chapter 62

• The drive to the hospital the next morning was filled with jokes and laughs. Leslie couldn’t believe that she suggested taking Julian to go see her dad. She looked over at him—his chiseled angular face, his broad shoulders in a simple polo and jeans,one of the most casual fits she’d ever seen him in. So simple yet so luxurious, and so Julian Blackwood. His strong, veined right hand was planted firmly on her thigh as he steered leisurely with the other. They’d ditched the driver and used another of Julian’s numerous cars—a Ferrari. Leslie had never felt so satisfied.
• “Penny for your thoughts?” Julian asked, looking over at her as they stopped for a red light.
• Leslie flushed. “I’m just thinking about how handsome my hubby is.”