“You were only ever the accounting department in my life, Sloane.” Julian said it pleasantly, the way he says most things.

“That’s not an insult.

It’s just the truth.”

She laughed, one short burst, then put a hand over her mouth as if she hadn’t meant to let it slip.

Julian opened the passenger door for her.

“Text me the account number,” he said over the roof of the car.

“I’ll call the bank and straighten it out.

You’ll feel better by dinnertime.”