Julian tore through the Manhattan gridlock, his breath a ragged cadence of fury. The intelligence from Jane regarding Scarlett's departure for Paris with Sean acted like a lit match dropped into a powder keg. Paris. The City of Light. The very stage where he had just concluded a cinematic romance with Chloe was now poised to be the silent witness to his wife's real-world intimacy with another man.
However, before he could reach the toll gates leading to the airport, his phone shrieked. The caller ID "LAURA - JTC" pulsed on the dashboard. Julian ignored it twice, but the third call arrived with an emergency override. With a low, guttural growl, he stabbed the speaker button.
"Julian! If you're planning on going to JFK, turn that car around this instant!" Laura's voice exploded in the cabin, razor-sharp and devoid of mercy.
"I have personal business, Laura. Don't push me," Julian countered, his voice thick with resentment.
