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It’s like they’re drawn to each other, then ricochet away.
A Wyoming to Montana commuting relationship?What was she thinking?
Not about Marriage-Save and catching whoever served up prospects to the shady divorce lawyer.
Which was her job.Her hope for a career break.
“We couldn’t make it when we lived together in Illinois, much less that far apart.”
*
In bed, they hadn’t talked — whispered — other than wishing each other good night.
Maybe tired from the ride.
Maybe not.
Eric thought again that this counseling stuff took more out of you than you’d expect.
K.D.had been quiet long enough to have fallen asleep, but he was sure she hadn’t.When her voice came, it didn’t surprise him.
“Tomorrow’s our last chance to find out something.”
He reached across the space between them and found her hand so their fingers interlaced.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
MONDAY
Between counseling sessions, they spent the morning angling for opportunities to get back into the business manager’s office.
But Harvey didn’t leave his office until they heard him tell Lily he was taking an early lunch.
Just as they prepared to go in, Orion’s voice sounded behind them.“There you two are.Been looking all over for you.Izzy’s determined we should all have a swim before lunch.And she has stories she wants to share.”
As they went to their room to obey by changing — because they couldn’t very well explain what else they had to do — Eric said, “Coincidence they pulled us away?”
“Could be.No sign of a connection between them and Harvey, but if I suspected someone of nosing around and didn’t want them to, I’d make sure to keep them busy.”
*
“Today it’s K.D.’s turn to choose an activity for you both.Tell Eric what you chose for both of you to do now,” Melody said in their session right after lunch.
“Shopping,” she said promptly.“I suppose it has to be in this town.Too bad the closest decent shopping is in Denver.”
Knowing her true feelings about the activity, Eric admired her acting.
Doing his part, he groaned and added a disgusted, “Shopping.”
That gave her the opportunity snap, “What do you expect?It matches the reputation you spread around town of me being— what was it?”
“Materialistic?”he offered with fake helpfulness.
“No.”
“Shallow?”
“No.I’ve got it.The superficial, only interested in clothes and status type.So we’re going shopping, even if it is only at that little store on what passes for a main street.”
