Married...Again. Stephanie Doyle

process of divorcing you.”

      “I didn’t think you would do it,” he said quietly. “I never thought you would really leave me.”

      “I know.”

      Max leaned forward, his hands loosely linked together. “I’m sorry I left, Nor. God I’m so sorry.”

      “Not sorry enough that you didn’t turn around and get back on another ship.”

      She watched him wince. As if she’d slapped him. She hadn’t meant to cause him pain. Or had she? When the four months passed, she’d been determined to resist every effort he would make to win her back. Positive in the knowledge that he would have taken the first plane he could to be by her side.

      That he hadn’t even bothered to try winning her back had been crushing in its own way.

      “I had a plan,” he said roughly.

      “You always had a plan, Max. It just didn’t include me.”

      “You’re wrong.”

      Eleanor sighed. “It really doesn’t matter. It’s all in the past now. What’s important is what we do moving forward.”

      “I agree.” He nodded. Then he reached for the bourbon and took a healthy slug.

      “So, I’ll talk to my attorney when I get to Denver. I’m sure the papers are still on file somewhere. She should be able to just pull up the file. There was no property. I had saved some of your old books and things. I had given them to your parents after... But when I settled the estate, I donated anything I could to the local library. Sorry.”

      “Don’t be. I was dead.”

      “And I gave all your clothes to Goodwill. Sorry again.”

      He laughed. “Again, don’t be. I lost about twenty pounds, and I haven’t been able to put it back on. I’ll need new ones anyway.”

      Eleanor could see that. Max was tall at six-two, but two plus years ago he’d been broader in the chest and stomach. Now he looked leaner but still just as strong. Like a man who had been doing physical labor on a fishing boat for the past few months. Rather than just gathering data.

      She didn’t want to think about how he looked, though. The changes to his body underneath the clothes.

      Yes, a naked Max should be the last thing on her mind.

      Eleanor swallowed. “In addition to the divorce papers, I can have my attorney draft a letter that will transfer the trust fund I set up with the residuals from your parents’ estate to you. Also I’ll need to deed over the cabin to you.”

      That had his eyes perking up. “You kept the cabin?”

      “I...I couldn’t let it go.”

      He liked that. She could tell by the expression on his face. As though it was important to him that she couldn’t let it go.

      That cabin was where they had spent their honeymoon and handful of other times when they had just wanted to get away. The cabin was a place filled with memories of making love for hours on end. With no thought or care in the world but each other.

      Mentally, Eleanor had to push those memories away, as well.

      “I’m glad. I would have been sad to have lost that, too.”

      She couldn’t be sorry, then, that she saved it. He’d lost more than two years of his life, and, in that time, he’d lost almost everything else. His parents, the house where he’d grown up, all of his things...her.

      “It’s getting late. Most folks will start to clear out soon. That couch you’re sitting on pulls out. You can sleep here tonight.”

      “Not going to kick me out like you did Danny boy?”

      “His name is Daniel, and I didn’t kick him out. He had a room at the B and B in town. You know Mom’s rules.”

      “No ring, no bed. Why do you think I needed to marry you so quickly?”

      She tried to smile. She really did. But all she could feel right now was sadness. The shock of seeing him again was starting to wear off, and all the old feelings she’d had when she left him were still there.

      “Good night, Max.”

      He stood and walked over to her. She noticed he had a slight limp. A broken femur in the middle of the frozen Norwegian Sea. On a life raft with two people who were already dead. She couldn’t imagine what he’d suffered. Couldn’t let herself think about how it made her feel to know that he was out there on the ocean alone.

      “I think I’ve left you with a misconception. You said that just because I’m back doesn’t change anything between us, and I agreed.”

      “Yes. So?”

      “When I said nothing’s changed between us, I meant it. I loved you when you left, and you loved me. As far as I’m concerned nothing has changed.”

      “Max...”

      “Nor, I screwed up. I know that now and I’ve had more than two hard years to think of what I had done. But I’m back now, and I’m never going to leave you again.”

      Eleanor shook her head. This was what she’d been afraid of when the four months had passed, and he came back from his expedition to find her gone. That he wouldn’t simply accept that she had left him. That she wanted a divorce. That he would fight for her.

      She remembered thinking she would need to be as strong as she had ever been in order to resist him. Because he was right. She had still loved him when she left him.

      “I don’t believe you.”

      “It’s the truth. I’m never setting foot on a ship again.”

      “That’s obviously a natural fear you have right now. But in time that will heal and you’ll—”

      He grasped her around her upper arms and gave her a small shake. “Nor, look at me. I’m not getting on a ship again because I’m afraid of the water. That’s not the reason. I’m not getting on a ship again because I’m not leaving you. Ever. I cost us years of our life together. I know that. So, I’m not wasting another second of it. I was prepared, if I came back here to find you happily married with two kids and a dog, that I would have to accept it and let you go. But a couple dates with Danny boy? No way. I’m fighting.”

      “This is pointless, Max. It’s been too long. Surely you don’t think I can still be in love with you after all these years?”

      He stared into her eyes, but, honestly, she had no idea what he would find there.

      “Then I guess I’ll have to make you fall in love with me all over again.”

      “That’s not going to happen.” She wouldn’t let it happen. She would never survive a round two with Max Harper. She was sure of it.

      “Then prove it. Come to the cabin with me. A couple days for me to spend some time with my parents’ stuff. Grieve them with me. Please, Nor. At least give me that.”

      “It won’t change anything between us.”

      “Then there should be no reason why you can’t come,” he said as if he’d beaten her in a contest of logic.

      “Except that I have a company to run,” she said, exasperated that he wouldn’t even consider she had her own life. Wasn’t that what he’d told her to do? Find something that was important to her. Have a passion for something that wasn’t him.

      “I know.” He smiled. “Head to Toe. I told you I found it when I was looking for you. You’re considered one of the fastest growing start-ups in Denver.”

      She would not be pleased he’d read that about her. She would not feel an ounce of pride.

      “A couple days. You can bring a laptop to work remotely. We need,