saw him outside of work anymore. “When’s that going to happen?”
“This weekend, unless something comes up at the agency.” Soarez’s dark eyes glittered with happiness. “I get to be a full-time daddy to Kayleigh.”
Harlan bit back the snarky reply teetering on the edge of his tongue. “You’ll enjoy that.”
Soarez didn’t miss the lack of enthusiasm. “Not all women are lying cheats, Georgia. Give it a little time. Maybe you’ll find a girl like Faith, too.”
Harlan didn’t want a girl like Faith. He didn’t want a woman in his life at all. In his bed? Sure. But beyond that, women were nothing but trouble.
Soarez shrugged. “Well, I’ll leave you to the she-beast’s letter.” He headed back down the hall to his apartment.
With a heavy sigh, Harlan closed the door behind him, leaning against the solid wood as he contemplated the pink envelope that smelled like gardenias.
He ran his finger under the flap, wincing at a paper cut.
He crumpled the paper and tossed it in the garbage can in the kitchen, grabbing his jacket. He was halfway to his truck when his curiosity overcame his stubborn pride.
What on God’s green earth would Alexis be doing in Texas? He’d known her since they were both twelve years old, and he’d never heard her mention any family here. Certainly not in a tiny dot on the map like Freedom.
Had something happened to someone in her family? Did she need his help with something?
Growling a profanity, he climbed into the truck cab and pulled out his cell phone. She was still on his speed dial, he noticed with a grimace. He punched the code.
She answered on the first ring. “Hey, stranger.”
He laid his head back against the headrest. She might be a liar and a cheat, but that sweet magnolia accent still sounded pretty damned good. “What’s wrong, Alexis?”
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line. “Nothing’s wrong. I just need to talk to you about something.”
“Call my lawyer.”
“It’s not a lawyer kind of topic,” she said, impatience adding a hint of spice to that honeyed drawl. “Just come meet me at the Bella Rosa. I’ll buy you a cup of coffee.”
“Despite your best efforts, I can still buy my own cup of coffee,” he replied. “Are you there now?”
“Yes. You’ll come?”
“Yes,” he said after a long pause. “But this better be important.”
“It is,” she assured him.
He hung up without responding, muttering a low curse as he realized his nightmare of a marriage had found a way to live on, even after the divorce papers had been signed.
Bella Rosa was a small bistro on the eastern edge of Freedom’s town square. It was a few blocks down from Talk of the Town, the friendly little cafe owned by Matt Soarez’s pretty fiancee, Faith. Harlan was glad Alexis had expensive tastes-if he’d met his ex-wife at Talk of the Town, news of the meeting would be all over town by sunset.
Meeting her at Bella Rosa meant the news would take a few more days to circulate, giving him time to come up with a story that didn’t make him look like a grade-A sap.
She was sitting at a table near the back, her honey-blond hair twisted into a neat, attractive coil at the base of her neck. She arched one perfect eyebrow at his casual attire-he’d seen no reason to change out of his jeans and golf shirt just to have lunch with his ex-wife-but waved him over.
“What’s up?” he asked without preamble, sitting across from her and waving off the waiter who’d practically trailed him to the table.
“You don’t want anything to eat?”
“I’m not hungry.” Not the exact truth, but he wasn’t hungry enough to eat with her. “Just get to the point.”
She took a deep breath and folded her neatly manicured hands over each other. “I’m getting remarried.”
Harlan wasn’t sure what he’d expected her to say, but telling him she was getting married again wasn’t it.
“No response?” she asked with a nervous chuckle.
“What’s there to say? Congratulations, I guess? Best wishes? I never remember which you say to the bride and which to the groom.”
“Thank you.” She smiled at him.
“So I guess this takes me off the hook for any more alimony.”
“I never wanted you to have to pay alimony. I don’t need your money.”
“I don’t think you ever needed anything from me,” he murmured. “Speaking of the groom, I have to admit I’m surprised. I always figured Ted the Contractor as more a fling kind of relationship than anything long-term, but if he makes you happy-”
“I’m not marrying Ted,” she said. “I’m marrying Alden.”
He stared at her. “Alden? Your fifty-year-old shark of a divorce lawyer Alden?”
“Forty-six,” she corrected. “And he’s only a shark in the courtroom. He’s really very sweet. And attentive.”
“How’s your hand?” she asked a moment later. He wasn’t sure if she asked the question just to break the uncomfortable silence or if she really cared.
He flexed his right hand, where the scar tissue from the shrapnel wounds was still pale and tight, limiting his mobility. “About the same. I think therapy’s gotten me about as far as it can. I just have to adjust to the limitations now.”
“I’m sorry you were hurt, but I’m glad it got you out of the Marines,” Alexis said, her chin held high as if bracing herself for his anger.
“Too bad you didn’t wait a few months longer before you slept with the contractor. I’d have had plenty of time to be attentive,” he responded.
She looked hurt by his words. He almost felt guilty, until he remembered the humiliation of walking into his bedroom and finding Alexis naked and wrapped around the muscular contractor Harlan had hired to build their dream home.
“I’ve told you I was sorry you found us that way.”
“But not about having sex with the guy behind my back?”
“You know as well as I do our marriage was doomed. We’re too different. We want different things out of life.”
That much was true. He definitely didn’t want to marry a ruthless divorce lawyer. Matter of fact, he didn’t want to marry anyone at all. Ever again.
Once was enough.
“You flew all the way to Texas to tell me you were getting married?” he asked. “You could have just called.”
“Alden’s attending a conference in Lubbock. I thought it would be better to tell you the news face-to- face.”
He just looked at her, taking in her prom-queen beauty, which hadn’t yet faded with age, and her hopeful expression. She wanted closure. Maybe even absolution.
Would it hurt so much to give it to her?
He forced a smile. “I really do hope you and Alden are happy. And that he stays just as attentive fifty years from now as he is today.”
Her smile in return made her look sixteen years old again, bright and beautiful and everything he’d thought he
