Chapter 18

Alistair tailed Elaine and Atticus all the way to the hotel, lurking in the car until Atticus finally drove off.

The second the coast was clear, he bolted inside, catching Elaine by the elevators. While she watched the numbers creep down, he sweet-talked the receptionist into giving him a room key, then practically sprinted over just as the doors opened, sliding in right behind her.

Elaine kept her eyes glued to the floor. She was about to bail and wait for the next elevator when-too late-the doors shut in her face.

"Seriously?" she muttered under her breath as he jabbed the same floor button.

"What's your endgame here, Alistair?" she finally asked.

His face crumpled. He opened his mouth several times but nothing came out. Finally, as they stepped into the hallway, he just blurted it out "I don't want a divorce,exactly?"

She froze mid-step but didn't turn around. After a beat, she kept walking. "I'm done. Three years is too long, and I'm just... done."

The door to her room beeped as she swiped her card. She was closing it when a hand shot out to block it.

"Son of a-!"

door slammed against Alistair's hand with a nasty thud. He

the hell?" she

when she looked up, he was actually grinning at her. His

like he'd just discovered buried treasure. "You wouldn't have opened the door if

idea how his brain had connected those dots. She took a deep

in the empty hallway. Just as she was about to slam the door in his face again, he wedged his foot in the

said, his voice raw. "Whatever you want. Whatever I need to do

Alistair she knew, especially facing her. Not the broken shell he'd become after Sophia's death, pushing everyone away, drinking himself to

waiting to hear if she'd talk him

person he actually cared

immediately shut

Days ago he'd told her straight to her face that

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