“I did. I’m notofferingit, but if you want one, that’s another matter.”
Did she want one?She looked across the table at Finn,her Finn, the same man she had felt so strongly about that she’d married him without her family’s blessing, simply on the strength of her instinct that they were meant to be together.
However, this Finn was a stranger, who had left her alone and bereft, and except for a few inconsequential compliments, seemed to view her as no more than an old friend. Whereas William, he was her steadiness, her warmth, the reason she had smiled and laughed and loved again.
“All right,” she said, watching Finn’s face. “Let’s proceed with a divorce. I’ll speak with my brother.”
She rose, unable to sit across from this unfamiliar Finn Bennet a moment longer. Her words had caused his expression to tighten, though all he did was offer a wry smile as he stood.
“So someone in your family will finally learn of me.”
Guilt twisted her stomach, but she could not change the past. Bidding him farewell, she did not even want to discuss meeting again. With her eyes burning from unshed tears and her heart pounding, she was in no fit state to go out the way she’d come in, through the kitchen, or give her compliments to Chef Ober.
Instead, Rose strode through the first dining room and into the second on her way to the main staircase. As her eyes scanned the room, she locked her gaze onto her red-headed sister-in-law.
