Chapter 9

It was late by the time we finished giving statements, so I took Julian back to my manor.

The next morning, the aroma of coffee and waffles woke me. I leaned against the kitchen doorframe, watching him wash the dishes.

"Practicing to be the Model Husband of the Year already?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I haven't successfully proposed yet; I have to perform well to impress my girl," he teased, h