long as…I mean, before it comes up again…perhaps we should talk about how to deal with the past.”
“Our shared past, you mean? Don’t you think it’s a bit late for that? You seem to have made your choice already this evening when you referred to me as Mr. Weaver.”
“Oh. I suppose so, yes.” She paused beside her van, fumbling with her keys. “Anyway, I’m sorry.”
Austin walked on toward the Jaguar parked just behind her van, then turned to face her once more. “I don’t suppose it’s any of my business,” he said finally, “but why haven’t you told them? Your partners, at least?”
Paige didn’t look at him. “Because it wasn’t important for them to know.”
“Really?” He opened the back door of the car for Jennifer and closed it behind her. “That’s very interesting.”
“I don’t understand what you mean.”
“Just this.” He took a few steps toward her and leaned against the front fender of his car, arms folded across his chest. “If the fact that we were once married isn’t important, Paige, then why on earth are you choosing to make a state secret of it?”
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