“Ian’s the type,” Henry said, looking utterly convinced, “who, once he’s made up his mind, never goes back on it—even if he regrets it later.”
Xavier stared thoughtfully out the window. “So you’re saying he’s really moved on from Eleanor?”
Henry shook his head. “I’m not sure. But I do know, if Ian still loved Eleanor, he’d never just stand by and let you pursue her.”
Xavier’s eyes narrowed as he asked, “Then why did Ian insist on that five-year no-remarriage clause in the divorce?”
Henry thought for a moment, then shrugged as if it were obvious. “Honestly? That was just Ian’s pride talking. You remember how much Eleanor loved him. She spent a year taking care of him while he was in that coma—he only married her because of that. But she’s the one who asked for the divorce.” He took a sip of his coffee and went on, “You think Ian would just let her go that easily?”
“So you believe the five-year clause was just Ian’s way of punishing her?”
“What else? You don’t seriously think he can’t let her go, do you?”
Xavier didn’t answer. Lately, he couldn’t read his old friend at all—couldn’t guess what Ian was really thinking anymore.
Was it possible that Ian’s five-year clause wasn’t just about getting back at Eleanor for leaving? Xavier tried to shake the thought away. He didn’t want to dig any deeper.
Some things just bring more trouble the more you dwell on them.
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Early Thursday morning, Eleanor got a call from Simone Langley. They were expecting guests from overseas, and Simone asked her to come in as early as possible.
“Is it Dr. Smith’s team?” Eleanor asked.
“You knew?”
“Yeah, we’ve been in touch by email.”


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