Page 120 of Redemption

“Sure.” She smiled.

“Did you sleep okay?”

“Best sleep I’ve had in months. The beds here are magical.”

I laughed. “I’m glad to hear it. Jasper personally tested them out before we purchased them.”

“I might have to ask him for the info.”

“Just go on the Huxley Grand website,” I said. “There’s a whole store where we sell sheets, towels, the mattress. Pretty much anything you like can be purchased.”

“That’s new, right?”

“We had so many requests for information on the pillows, the mattresses, the candles, whatever, that we decided to start selling them. Graham was opposed at first because he worried it would dilute the luxury aspect of the brand. But I thought everyone should be able to take home a little of that luxury to their ordinary life. And Jasper argued that it would remind people of their positive experience and make them want to come back.” I was rambling, but I was nervous.

“I could definitely use a little luxury in my ordinary life.” Greer wore a forlorn expression.

I crossed my legs. “What’s going on with you and Logan?”

She stared out at the water and said nothing. But I knew Greer well enough to know that she’d feel better if she talked.

“Come on.” I nudged her foot with mine. “Talk to me.”

She took a deep breath, and my heart rate accelerated. “Logan and I are getting a divorce.”

“What?” I jerked my head back. When she turned to look at me, her expression was full of sadness, and my heart ached for my best friend. “Oh, Greer.” I went over and wrapped my arms around her.

Divorce? She and Logan had always been so happy together. At least, that had been my impression. Sure, they had their ups and downs. What couple didn’t? But on the whole, they loved each other. They had built a life, a family, together.

Greer started crying, and I hugged her close. “It’s okay. I’m here. You can tell me about it when you’re ready.”

She sniffled, so I went to grab a box of tissues from the living room. I set them on the table then returned to my seat, holding her hand in mine.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Greer said. “I can’t do everything.”

“It’s difficult to feel like you’re the one putting in all the work,” I said. “A relationship takes two people.”

“I know you get it. Edward was…” She swallowed. “Yeah. I’m glad you found happiness, even if it is with my brother,” she teased.

“Thank you for saying that. I was so nervous to tell you.”

“Sloan,” she sighed. “You’re my best friend, and I love you unconditionally. You’d have to do something truly heinous for me not to be able to move past it.”

Which was why the fact that she was getting divorced was so surprising.

“Thank you,” I said. “And ditto. So…” I paused, trying to find the best way to ask her what I really wanted to know. I sensed that she didn’t want to talk about Logan, and I wasn’t going to push—for now. Instead, I kept the conversation focused on Jackson and me, assuming she’d appreciate a distraction from her own drama. “You’re okay with this? Truly?”

“If you’re happy, I’m happy.” She smiled. “And I can tell that you’re really happy.”

I finally felt myself relax. “Jackson is… He’s everything to me.”

She sipped her coffee then set her mug back on the table. “I’m curious. How did you move past all the hurt? Move past…the past?”

“It wasn’t easy. Being trapped on a sailboat definitely helped.” I laughed, and she joined in. “But it was more than that. It was Jackson’s willingness to show up time and again. His actions, not his words.”

“Acta non verba,” Greer said with a wistful expression.

“Exactly.”

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