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    The moment Alex laid eyes on Julian Hunt from afar, her stomach twisted itself into a thousand knots.     He stood in front of Duchess Library, his hands tucked casually in the pockets of his charcoal wool peacoat. The collar of his button-down shirt was pulled up and his dark hair was strategically disheveled, hanging across his brow. He was speaking to an intimidatingly large redhead with a buzz cut and a Franklin Lacrosse sweatshirt, and they were both grinning at some inside joke. A smile illuminated Julian’s hazel eyes and his lips barely parted, revealing white, impossibly straight teet