Chapter 76

Rafi stepped aside.

Julian grabbed the doorknob. “I guess this would be embarrassing for you,” he said, “a date running off the morning after, unable to bear the sight of you. Good thing we’re not really dating.”

He opened the door, and was across the foyer into an elevator before Rafi could say a word.

Rafi snatched up and stepped into the nearest pair of sweatpants, and rushed after him. The elevator was gone, of course. The second one didn’t open immediately when he slapped the button. He ran for the stairs.

He reached the ground-floor lobby of his building, chest heaving and legs aching, to see no trace of Julian—no, there he was, a flash of sun on fiery hair outside the glass doors. Though dimly aware there were people around, Rafi was already shoving the door open before he realized he was stepping into a storm of paparazzi.

“Did you spend the night here, Julian?”

“What’s that on your neck?”

“Is he a good lay?”

“Julian, look over here!”

“Smile for the camera!”