for his kiss. Not that he ever had to force her to kiss him. Kissing Max Harper was her own particular addiction.
And this might be their last kiss.
Knowing that, she clung to him. Wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him everything that she was. Everything that she ever would be.
Until finally she couldn’t take it anymore and she pulled away.
When she did, she was crying. “I love you, Max Harper.”
“I know. Which is how I know I’ll see you in four months.”
Four months later
HE HADN’T BELIEVED HER. When she said she would leave him, he just couldn’t believe she would do it. They loved each other. Sometimes almost too much. It was a scary thing to know how vulnerable you were when you loved someone that much.
Which was why he hadn’t believed her when she said she would leave him.
Except the empty house told its own story. So did the people they were renting it from.
Mrs. Harper had left months ago. Right after he left on his trip.
The only thing waiting for him was a large brown envelope with the name of an attorney’s office in the upper left corner.
He wasn’t going to open it. He wasn’t going to see what she chose to throw away. He was going to do what he needed to do, then he was going after her.
He’d come home with a sick feeling of dread in his stomach. Not because he even entertained the idea that she would leave him. He looked at his life, his work as if he was at war. Against time, against the forces of nature and the forces of mankind. He was a soldier, and their marriage was like any other military marriage. One where he would need to be deployed from time to time.
So the feeling of dread he’d felt coming home was knowing he would have to tell her that he was turning around and heading out in a few weeks. The financing for yet another extension had come through.
He’d expected more shouting, more fighting. He’d thought he could power through all of that with some mind-blowing sex that would remind her of what they had. How incendiary they could be.
He’d thought wrong.
It didn’t matter. Max stared at the brown envelope with his name on it, then dumped it in the trash, unopened.
He would fix this. He would head out to sea for just a few more weeks, finish what he needed to finish, then he would go find her. Because there was no world he could live in where they weren’t together.
Nor was angry. She was hurt. He knew that. But he also knew he could fix both those things. One more trip, then they could move forward with their life together.
Three months later
“SELENA?” ELEANOR CALLED to her assistant. Selena had been the first official employee of Head to Toe, Eleanor’s start-up company. “The red or burgundy?”
Eleanor held the ties against the mannequin’s neck.
Selena assessed the outfit, then nodded. “The red.”
“I agree.”
The two were working in the space Eleanor had recently rented. It was an open loft area in downtown Denver that would be perfect as they continued to expand. Running Head to Toe out of her apartment just wasn’t practical anymore.
The business was a simple concept directed at busy single men. Head to Toe put together a complete outfit that would fit whatever need those men had. An outfit composed by women who knew what they were doing.
Don’t have a woman in your life who can tell you what tie to wear? What color looks best on you? That, no, that belt and those shoes don’t match. Try Head to Toe!
It had been the banner that ran along the top of the website, and, with the help of some targeted Facebook ads, orders had started to pour in. Business casual, formal, club scene and even the local bar look. They told Eleanor what they liked to wear, how they wanted to look, and Eleanor put together the perfect outfit for them. As the orders continued to come, she spent more time focusing on advertising. Now her market research was generating real results.
So much that, beyond the warehouse people she’d hired to handle shipping and Selena—whom she had hired a few months ago to help keep up with orders—Eleanor was now looking to expand further with a dedicated client service support team.
Which meant filling the loft with office furniture and computers.
A sign on the door.
Actually, she needed the door first.
It had become what felt like a 24/7 effort on her part, but she didn’t mind the work. Watching something grow under her efforts was one of the most satisfying things she’d ever done.
Beyond that, the constant workload stopped her from thinking about Max.
Most days.
She heard a hesitant knock on the doorframe, which outlined the entrance to the space. Eleanor assumed it was her next interview. She was looking for someone with experience who could help her grow both a design team as well as a customer service department.
While there were men out there who had no problem navigating the online site, some men had a harder time using the tools provided to get a sense of what their own personal style was.
They liked talking directly to Eleanor and Selena, but quite frankly, neither could keep up with the phone calls any longer.
Eleanor peeked around the mannequin, startled to find Harry. Her former father-in-law.
Or more accurately current father-in-law as Max had yet to sign the divorce papers. Eleanor assumed he was being stubborn, but she couldn’t imagine how that was supposed to be a strategy for him.
Any hope she’d had about their marriage had gone out the door when four months after she left him ticked by on her calendar and she hadn’t heard from him. Not even an irate call at some off hour because he’d be phoning her from Norway to tell her to go eff herself.
Instead, there had been only silence. Which hurt more than anything. Because it told her, more than all of his professions of love, that leaving her had been too easy for him. Where for her, if it hadn’t been for her idea for this business, she might have crawled into a hole and stayed there forever.
Maybe Harry had come as an envoy. With the papers. To put an end to the marriage finally.
Eleanor walked through the open loft to meet him. She’d seen both him and Sarah when she’d gotten back. She’d considered them her family, and it had been almost as devastating to tell them she was leaving as it had been actually leaving Max.
She knew they didn’t understand. She knew she’d hurt them. But Max had left her with no options.
“Hello, Harry.”
“Nor,” he said, using Max’s nickname for her. Max had always felt Eleanor was too regal, and since he was no damn king, he
