The moment Alex laid eyes on Julian Hunt from afar, her stomach twisted itself into a thousand knots.
He stood in front of Duchess Library, his hands tucked casually in the pockets of his charcoal wool peacoat. The collar of his button-down shirt was pulled up and his dark hair was strategically disheveled, hanging across his brow. He was speaking to an intimidatingly large redhead with a buzz cut and a Franklin Lacrosse sweatshirt, and they were both grinning at some inside joke. A smile illuminated Julian’s hazel eyes and his lips barely parted, revealing white, impossibly straight teeth.
He was beautiful.
Of course, he had no idea who Alex was, or that she even existed. And why would he? She was nothing like the girls he usually dated—Russian girls with untamed hair, an aversion to bras, and a penchant for blood-red lipstick and cigarettes. There were usually one