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the pages. “A trust for Ethan? And what is this about me?” She looked up at him again, waiting for an explanation.
    “Yes. I’ve established a trust for him with you as the trustee. He won’t have access to the funds until he’s thirty, but it will provide a stipend to cover his needs. I’ve also set up an account into which I will deposit monthly transfers for his support. Is the amount sufficient?”
    She looked at the number and almost fell off her chair.
    “Um…yeah, sufficient for Ethan and a hundred other babies. This isn’t necessary, Alexander. It’s too much, in fact.”
    “It isn’t, but use it—or not—whatever you please. But my son, all of my responsibilities”—he leveled an even gaze at her—“will be taken care of.”
    “Umm…okay,” she stammered stupidly, torn between admiration and suspicion. “But this doesn’t change anything between us, Alexander,” she said after she’d recovered at least some of her equilibrium.
    She grabbed the last envelope and pulled out the papers. “These aren’t written in English. I can’t read them. What are they?”
    “My divorce papers.”
    Quinn’s eyes widened, and she looked down at the papers, still unable to ascertain what they said, though that didn’t stop her from trying, and then back at him.
    “Look, don’t feel like you have to do this for me. I…We…It’s…” She shook her head at her inability to form a coherent sentence.
    “What I mean is, you don’t owe me this, any of it, really. You have a life and I won’t disrupt it, so please don’t end your…marriage for me.” The words were like acid in her throat, but she forced them out anyway, gave voice to their lie.
    He cut his gaze at her, then sighed. “You’re a lovely woman, Quinn, and I care for you deeply, but as hard as it might be for you to believe, not everything is about you. Not entirely anyway.”
    The nonchalance of the words only strengthened their power. She looked at him, feeling chastened and humbled by the sincerity she saw on his face.
    After a moment he continued, “I should have done this years ago, and I’m sorry for that, Quinn. But I do have a life. A life here with Ethan, with you. If you’ll have me.”
    “Alexander, I…”
    “It’s okay,” he said, voice still smooth, but his eyes showing increasing signs of life. “You don’t need to say anything now. Are you free tomorrow?”
    She nodded.
    “Good. I’ll have a car pick you up around eleven and take you to my lawyer’s office; I’ll need you to sign some documents. Can Lily watch Ethan?”
    “Yes.” She crinkled her brow. “Lawyers work on Sundays?”
    “If you pay them enough.”
    They both laughed, and her heart hitched. Just that easily, they’d fallen back into rhythm, that ease and comfort returning in an instant, as if it had never been gone.
    Alexander reached across the table and grabbed her empty hand, lacing his fingers through hers.
    “Don’t give up on us, Quinn. Not yet.”
    Abruptly he stood and walked toward the door, all business again. “Please read over these, and I will see you tomorrow. And think about what I said.”
    Then he was gone.
     
     

Chapter Six
     
    The next morning, Quinn took a final look into the mirror before nodding her satisfaction. Alexander had caught her off guard yesterday, taken the upper hand, whether intentional or not, and if he’d pressed it, she had no doubt she would have thrown her morals, those she had left anyway, out the window and slept with him. And then begged him to stay with them, wife be damned. And she didn’t doubt he knew it too. That he’d resisted was a testament to his character, yet another thing she had to admire about him even though she was dead set on feeling betrayed. Betrayal, and its attendant anger, were a damned sight better than the crushing numbness and soul-deep longing that took its place.
    But today was a new day and she had a new attitude. She was strong, unswayable, and she’d