She ran upstairs toward her bedroom with her mother trailing after her.
“How is this possible?” she asked quietly.
“I don’t know.”
“Well, didn’t you think to ask him?”
“Mom, I’m a little stunned right now, so could you back off?”
“No, I will not back off. Forget the fact that he’s pulled this rising-from-the-dead stunt. Don’t forget how things ended between you two before all that death business. You were devastated when you came back from Norway. I don’t want to see that happen again. Say the word, and I’ll ask him to leave this house right now. Your cousin Robbie can toss him out if he refuses.”
Robbie was the tallest of the cousins and wouldn’t have been able to move Max an inch if Max didn’t want to be moved.
“No.”
That much Eleanor knew. First, he had to tell her what happened. She, at least, deserved that. Then...there was so much more to work out.
His parents’ estate, which she’d held in a trust for the past year because she was not exactly sure what to do with it, was one thing. Not to mention the tiny little detail that he’d never actually signed the divorce papers. So, now that he was legally alive, she was still legally married to him.
“Please tell me you are not actually happy to see him again. That man broke your heart, if you recall.”
No, he hadn’t broken it. He’d shattered it. Stomped on it. Then threw it overboard for chum. Then he went and ruined all of that by dying so that, instead of hating him, she’d missed him with every ounce of her being.
“No. I mean, yes, I have to be happy he’s not dead. But it’s not...I mean, of course I’m over him.”
They reached the top of the stairs, and her mother pulled on her arm. “Eleanor Jane Gaffney, look at me and tell me you will ever be over Max Harper.”
“It’s Eleanor Jane Gaffney Harper, Mom. Remember?”
“Actually sometimes it’s easy to forget because I wasn’t invited to the wedding, now, was I?”
It was almost comical. Here Marilyn was threatening to throw Max out of the house by force if necessary so that he couldn’t emotionally hurt her daughter any further, but she was still making digs about how they’d chosen to get married in the first place. “Really, Mom? We’re going to fight about the elopement tonight of all nights?”
Her mother let out a sigh. “No. We’re not. I just need to make sure you can...handle being around him again. Daniel seems like a very nice man. I would hate to see you throw away any potential you have with him over Max Harper.”
“Are you angry with Max because we chose to elope? Or because he left me? Or because he died, but now is actually alive?”
Marilyn seemed to consider that. “All of the above.”
“Right.”
“I told you it was too soon,” Marilyn hissed. Reminding her daughter for the millionth time that she had advised Eleanor against getting married so quickly.
“Which is why we eloped,” Eleanor said tightly. The argument, for all its repetition, never changed.
“Because you’re impossibly stubborn.”
Eleanor wanted to say she got that from her mother, but thought better of it. It would only lead down the same path this conversation always took them inevitably. Which was that Marilyn had been right and Eleanor had been wrong. Something her mother had reinforced when Eleanor had come back from Norway.
Because there was nothing a person wanted more while crying over a broken heart than to hear her mother’s version of I told you so.
“I need to get down there and talk to him. But I need a few minutes to compose myself first. Please give me a little space, Mom.”
“Just don’t let yourself get sucked in again. The last time it nearly killed you when it ended. Remember who he is. I told you then and I will tell you now, that man doesn’t know how to stay in one place forever. So he may be alive and he may be back for now. But it’s only temporary. Sure enough, there will be another assignment and another ship.”
Eleanor hated to admit it, but her mother had a point. Max had nearly been her downfall. The thing she had almost not recovered from.
Until she did. Until she’d pulled herself out of the ashes of her failed marriage and built herself a company.
“Mom, I’m not going to get sucked in by Max. I remember how it ended better than anyone. Really. I’m fine. But we need to sort out the technicalities. Legally we’re still married.”
“Fine. I need to get back to my guests. You’re sure you can handle this?”
“I’ve got it.”
At least she hoped she had it. She was no longer a lovesick, twenty-six-year-old woman who was desperate to have her husband not leave her again.
Instead, she was a strong, independent woman who owned a successful business. A woman who was dating another man. A woman who had been hurt, but who had moved on with her life.
No. All she needed from Max Harper was a divorce.
First, though, she needed to feed him.
MAX TURNED AT the sound of the knock. Instead of Eleanor, it was Daniel with the bottle of bourbon he’d managed to acquire. He held up the bottle, and Max nodded.
The man poured them each a few fingers, then handed Max his glass. Max took a deep sniff, letting it seep through his senses. Yet another thing he was getting to re-experience. Booze.
He took a sip and savored the heat of it melting down his throat.
“So you’re Eleanor’s...”
“Husband. Yes, I thought we established that. And you are her...date. How did you two meet?”
“I’m an investment banker. I look for opportunities with thriving young companies to take them to the next level. Eleanor has one of those companies. I pursued it...then I pursued her.”
“Yes. I’m aware of the company. Head to Toe. Fitting. She always did all my shopping. Said I had no sense for fashion, which I suppose I don’t.”
“She’s got excellent taste. She picked this tie out for me. Do you like it?”
Max thought about that. It was a nice tie. “No.”
Daniel tilted his head back and laughed. “I see. This isn’t going to be a situation where you wish us all the best in our burgeoning relationship and fade out of the picture.”
“I’ve been out of the picture for more than two years. Fading away is the last thing I want.” He sure as hell didn’t want his wife finding happiness with someone else. Not when he planned to fight for her.
“Look, man, you can’t possibly be serious. You’ve been dead for over two years, gone for longer than that. Eleanor doesn’t talk about you much, but she told me the basics. You were married for three years, gone for most of that time, on the verge of a divorce when your ship went missing. Any feelings you might have had, any she might have had, that’s all in the past.”
“You’ve known me for all of a minute and offered me a drink, but you think you can tell me how I feel about my wife?”
“Your ex-wife,” Daniel said pointedly.
“Technically, that’s not true.” Eleanor was back and shutting the door behind her. She had a plate piled high with