Julian opened the door, and it was clear he had just worked out. His long hair was damp and a sheen of sweat covered his face. His tight cycling jersey was opened below his chest and it perfectly sheathed his lean, cut 6-foot-5 body. “Hey, I’m glad you came,” he said, his icy green eyes twinkling. My heart skipped a beat, my stomach dropped and my knees instantly became weak. I walked inside his loft and he closed the doo...