his wife back. That was going to be the hardest part.
* * *
MAX WAS ALIVE. Max was alive.
Eleanor thought if she said it a thousand times, it might penetrate her reality. But alternately she had to remind herself that, in some corner of her brain, she never really thought he was dead.
He had never felt dead to her.
But that was silly and based on feelings, not on facts. His ship went missing, lost at sea. Max had been declared dead. She’d grieved. Then she’d grieved again when Harry and Sarah died.
She’d stayed close with them despite the situation between Max and her because, at that point, there had been no reason to hold on to grudges. It hadn’t mattered that Max had picked his job over his wife, because Max was dead.
Now he was here. Alive. Saying to her in that very serious way he had that he wasn’t going anywhere.
Because that was so like him.
Showing up two and a half years later at her sister’s engagement party undead wasn’t meant to be dramatic or shocking. It was simply the most expedient way he had of seeing her again. Eleanor knew that.
Max wasn’t drama. He wasn’t show. He’d always been substance.
It’s why she had always believed in their love, which, while it had been happening, had been so overwhelming. Because Max wasn’t the type of man to have passionate affairs. Which meant their passion was something else. Something different. Something built on a foundation.
Until the foundation wasn’t strong enough to handle another research trip. At least not for her.
Eleanor needed five minutes to escape. She needed to change her shoes, brush her teeth to get the taste of stale champagne out of her mouth, and, mostly, she needed to think.
She made her way through the crowd of guests hoping she was doing an adequate job of not looking like her life had just been upended.
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.”
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