My breath hitched, and I was in the middle of typing out a reply when I heard my name, loud and clear, over the pounding music.
“Jules.”
I froze, ice trickling through my veins at the sound of that voice.
It couldn’t be him. I was in D.C. How could he have possibly found me, in this club on this night?
My mind was playing tricks on me. It had to be.
But when I raised my head, my eyes confirmed what my brain desperately wanted to deny.
Light brown hair. Blue eyes. Cleft chin.
No. Panic clawed up my throat, rendering me mute.
“Hey, J.” Max smiled, the sight more menacing than reassuring. “Long time no see.”