Naomi Shaw hung up with Lara Nash and walked over to Julian Donovan, who was sitting languidly in a chair on the balcony, reading. She leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on his sharp cheek. "Thank you, Julian."
'She was thanking him for being willing to help her friend find happiness.'
Ronan Joyce had approached them before, and Julian had agreed to lend a hand. She was deeply touched. After all, Lara was her best friend, and nothing could make her happier than seeing Lara happy.
The winter sun streamed warmly through the bright, floor-to-ceiling glass, raising the temperature on the balcony. It felt warm and cozy. Julian set his book aside and pulled her into his embrace, a doting smile in his eyes. "Still being so polite with me?"
