Married...Again. Stephanie Doyle

Max suspected he was.

      He held his breath waiting for the introduction.

      Waiting to hear the word husband.

      “I’m Daniel Reynolds. Eleanor’s date for this evening. And this suddenly got very awkward.”

      Date. Not husband. Not boyfriend. Date. The relief was palpable.

      Max turned his attention to Eleanor, who was slipping out of her shoes.

      “I need to run upstairs and freshen up. Max...” It was as if she was having a hard time saying his name, like she could barely push the word out of her mouth. “Max...you need to stay in here. I don’t want to needlessly...upset anyone.”

      Except the door swung open, and Max turned his attention to the newest arrival.

      “It’s true! Oh, my God. You’re alive. Max!” Allie ran to him and flew into his arms. He caught Eleanor’s sister and swirled her around.

      “Allie,” he said into her pretty, soft brown hair. Finally. Someone who was actually happy to see him. Happy that he was alive. He’d adored Allie as if she’d been his real little sister. He’d known the feeling was mutual. Now, here she was in his arms, clinging to him.

      Quite the opposite of her sister, Eleanor.

      After too long a moment, he finally set her down. “Look at you. You’re all grown up.”

      She beamed at him, and he wanted to ingest that smile because it was something else he never thought he would see again.

      “This is—I can’t even... How is this possible?”

      “Apparently, it’s a very long story,” Eleanor said.

      A man walked in behind Allie, then shut the door.

      “Mike,” Allie said, clearly getting emotional. “It’s Max. He’s alive.”

      “Better than dead, I imagine,” Mike said, obviously trying to keep things light.

      Max liked him instantly.

      “A lot better than dead,” Max agreed.

      “Mike Davies.”

      “Max Harper.”

      Max shook the man’s hand and assessed him. A little taller than Allie. A little stockier. He had a firm handshake and made direct eye contact. And when he looked at Allie it was as if the only thing that mattered right now was how she was dealing with the situation.

      Yes. Max approved of Mike. As her pseudo older brother, he knew that would mean something to Allie.

      “I don’t know about anyone else, but I need a drink.” This came from Daniel. The Date. “Can I get anyone anything?”

      “Bourbon,” Max said. “If you have it.”

      “Of course we have bourbon,” Eleanor said as if he’d suggested something ridiculous.

      She was flustered. She was still processing. She wore a stunning navy dress, and suddenly he realized he wanted everyone to leave so that he could be alone with his wife.

      “Okay, okay,” she muttered. As if she was a general coming up with a game plan. “Here is what we’re going to do. Daniel, if you would be so kind to bring the bottle of bourbon back here, that would be great. I’m going to clean champagne off my favorite pair of shoes. Allie and Mike, you have to go out there and mingle. If you stay in here, people will wonder what’s happening. I don’t want anyone to see him.”

      “Why not?” her sister asked. “He’s alive. It’s not like he has to be hidden.”

      “Allie,” Eleanor snapped again. “Please. I get you’re happy to see him. But I think we all need to remember...how things were between Max and me...before...”

      “I died. Except I didn’t.”

      Eleanor looked at him then, and he remembered that expression. It was her way of telling him to go shut it. He’d missed that look. He’d missed everything about her.

      Daniel. Date. Not boyfriend. Not husband. Date.

      He could work with that.

      “Eleanor...” Allie said as if this was something she was willing to put up a fight over.

      “Allie, do what your sister says,” Max said. “This isn’t going to be easy. For any of us. We’ll catch up later. You can tell me if this guy is worthy of you.”

      She beamed again, only this time it clearly wasn’t for him. “He is. He so is.”

      Mike took Allie’s hand and led her out of the room. Daniel left behind them. Then it was just Eleanor and Max.

      “You could have called,” she accused him.

      “I didn’t have your number.”

      It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the full truth, either. He’d looked her up online. He knew she was the founder and CEO of a start-up company called Head to Toe. That had been his original plan. To find the address of her company. To see her there.

      But when the engagement announcement popped up under his Allie Gaffney alert, this had seemed like a better opportunity. More personal.

      They were also the only family he had left.

      Max thought he would be coming home to two devastated parents and a ticked-off almost ex-wife. He hadn’t expected his parents’ deaths. How could he?

      He’d been by the graveyard. He’d seen the headstones Eleanor had picked out for them. He knew that she’d made sure they were buried with all the respect and dignity they deserved.

      She’d done that for them even though she’d left him and wanted a divorce.

      “You could have found a way...to make this easier,” she said. “This...it’s too much.”

      “Nor—”

      “Don’t call me that,” she snapped. “No one calls me that anymore.”

      “This was never going to be easy.”

      She nodded, at least acknowledging that.

      “I need to...” She paused as if she had lost her train of thought.

      “Change your shoes,” he offered. “They look pretty expensive.”

      She lifted her chin. “I have a company.”

      “I know you do. I told you, I looked you up. It’s how I found out about tonight.”

      Warily, as if he was some kind of predator, she backed away from him. “You need to stay in here.”

      “I’m not going anywhere.”

      Then she hesitated again. “Are you hungry? We have lots of food.”

      “Yes. I’m starving actually. Anything sounds good.”

      Again she nodded, then not turning her back on him—he liked to think because she liked seeing him standing in front of her—she left the room.

      Max took a seat and blew out a breath. He figured the hardest part was over.

      Then, almost instantly, he knew that was wrong.

      Getting his wife back. That was going to be the hardest part.

      * * *

      MAX WAS ALIVE. Max was alive.

      Eleanor thought if she said it a thousand times, it might penetrate her reality. But alternately she had to remind herself that, in some corner of her brain, she never really thought he was dead.

      He had never felt dead to her.

      But that was silly and based on feelings, not on facts. His ship went missing, lost at sea. Max had been declared dead. She’d grieved. Then she’d grieved