Sunday, noon.

Gaylord Hearst was hunched over his phone, looking busy as ever. His friend leaned over to sneak a peek at the screen.

One glance, and his friend groaned. "Seriously? It's the weekend. PrimeStar doesn't pay you enough to keep you glued to work even on Saturdays and Sundays. I thought you'd be racking your brain trying to score a date with Ms. Ross right about now."

The overtime was Gaylord's own choice; it had nothing to do with PrimeStar.

Gaylord didn't bother replying.

Back before he found out Charlene wasn't divorced yet, he really had spent most weekends plotting ways to ask her out.

But then Charlene admitted she was still married.

Sure, the way she talked about it, things with her husband were definitely headed for divorce-but, officially, it hadn't happened yet.

Noticing Gaylord lost in thought, his friend knocked on the table. "You've gone all silent. What's on your mind?"

Gaylord snapped back to the present.

He used to think Charlene was already single, so her husband had barely crossed his mind. But since learning she was still married-divorce pending certain thoughts began to creep in.

for a while now, and to him, she was perfect: kind, beautiful, easy to talk

curious about her husband-what kind of man could be willing to let go

as he was about to ask his friend to do a little digging,

"Gaylord?"

He looked up.

It was Vesta.

"Out so early? I figured you'd still

at her, his tone even. "Did

joined PrimeStar, the two of them

was dating

know. The family still hopes you'll come home

you've been away for months now. Staying

isn't exactly a

her off,

as passionate about Al

urge him to abandon PrimeStar and go back to the family company, especially when

had no interest in debating her. "This is between me

looked a little put out, but Vesta didn't press the point. She only said, "I

Honestly, I get

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