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“I settled on an attorney this morning,” Hannah says. “I’ll send you her information.”
“Okay.”
“Okay. Have a good day, Oliver.”
She doesn’t continue with our time zone game and wish me a good afternoon.
That bothers me just as much as the way she immediately sends me the name and number of her attorney once we’ve hung up. She’s selected representation, and I still haven’t. Of the two of us, I’m the one holding up our divorce.
I don’t know what to make of that. Of any of this.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
HANNAH
Ishouldn’t be here.
I should be reading through the latest contract the Los Angeles Titans sent over. Since my father used to be involved with the organization, he passes off anything related to that team to other employees. And if I wasn’t reviewing that contract before the legal team takes a look, there are dozens of other things I should be doing, instead of sitting outside the automatic doors of Los Angeles’ international airport.
Waiting for myhusband.
I’m under no illusions about why Oliver changed his mind about coming here. He has a lot more to lose in our divorce. Since we didn’t sign a prenup, I could fight him for a massive amount of money. And likely win.
Maybe he took me choosing an attorney as a warning.
Maybe he thinks this favor will keep me amenable.
He’s coming to protect himself.
But still, he’s coming. So I felt some misguided obligation to take the afternoon off work and pick him up at the airport.
A new wave of arrivals walks out from the baggage claim. I scan the faces quickly, a mixture of disappointment and relief filling me when I realize Oliver isn’t among them.
“Miss, you can’t park here.”
I stop chewing on the inside of my cheek and glance at the airport security agent from my spot leaning against the hood of the car. “I’m not parked. I just got here, and I climbed out of the car to greet my husband. He’ll be here any second.”
The older agent scratches at his grizzled jaw. I’m sure he’s heard it all. “If he’s not here in five minutes, you’ll need to move the vehicle, ma’am.”
I nod. “Of course.”
The agent keeps moving onto the next illegally parked vehicle. My gaze returns to the exit, my heart leaping as soon as I see the tall figure walking toward me. Part of me wasn’t certain he would actually come.
Oliver doesn’t break stride once he’s past the automatic doors and through the thickest part of the crowd.
His expression is carefully blank, giving no indication of what he’s thinking or feeling. He’s dressed in a navy suit, looking like he just exited a boardroom instead of disembarking a five-hour flight.
The only similarity I can find between this polished man and the guy I left in a Vegas hotel room with bed head and a sheet wrapped around his waist is that Oliver wears both looks well.
Toowell. My body’s reaction isn’t just anxiety.
“Hello, Hannah.”
Something about the way he says my name makes it hard to form words in response.
“I told you I’d order a car.”
He did. That was aboutallhe told me, aside from what time his flight was landing. No explanation for what swayed his firmNointo aYes, although I could make a good guess. No questions about what a weekend with my family would entail. He’s justhere, all cool confidence and inscrutable features.
