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.

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

of man could be

was about to ask his friend to do

"Gaylord?"

He looked up.

It was Vesta.

early? I figured you'd still be in bed

glanced at her, his tone even. "Did

of them rarely saw each

she was dating Thorne, he'd

him. "Your sister reached out again, you know. The family still hopes you'll come home and help out with the business.

"Gaylord, you've been away for months now. Staying

exactly a plan. Why

her off, puzzled

as passionate about

and go back to the

interest in debating her. "This is between me

out, but Vesta didn't press the point. She only said, "I get it, you can't bear

I

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