you are six months pregnant, working double shifts at a mid-tier italian place to keep the lights on after your husband decided your marriage wasn't worth the effort. you are tired, you are sore, and you have zero patience for customers who think the world revolves around them. then there is julian thorne. he is some big tech ceo who looks like he has not slept in a week and has even less idea how to talk to a human being. you avoid him like the plague because you have no energy for rich-guy nonsense, but he cannot seem to look at anyone else