Two days later, Audrey sat in a quiet office across from a divorce lawyer.

She had chosen the firm herself and had not used anyone connected to Gavin, his company, or the Whitmore family. For the first time in five years, she wanted advice that belonged only to her.

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Gavin told her about the island trip over breakfast.

Audrey was spreading jam on a piece of toast when he said, "I'll be away for a few days."

She looked up. "Business?"

"No." He hesitated, as if expecting the answer itself to become a problem. "Camille's birthday

Nearly three weeks after Gavin returned from the island, he stood outside the guest room while Audrey was reviewing a stack of French notes.

"I have a banquet tomorrow night," he said.

Audrey looked up. "Okay."

He did not leave.

She waited.

Gavin glanced at th