“I guess you’re right.”

“What about you?” he asks. “What do you like to eat?”

His question catches me off guard. I’m just the hired help. Markus never seemed to care about what I wanted either. We always went to the places he liked, and he often ordered for me too because he didn’t want me to eat food that would make me gain weight. He ordered the salads and diet foods like steamed veggies and grilled chicken.

“I guess I like seafood,” I say. “Deep fried.”

“So you’d like fish sticks too?” he asks.

“I’ve never had them,” I admit.

“What? Never?”

“Nope. My husband–” I stop short. I was going to say he never let me eat fried foods, but then I realized I’d never mentioned Markus to Weston before.

“You’re married?” he asks.

I stare back at him. How did I get myself into this mess? Would Weston think I was being dishonest with him, withholding information?

8

WESTON

Callie’s mouth falls open like she hadn’t meant to mention her husband. “I–no. I mean. Yes. I’m actually going through a divorce.”

“Not that it’s any of my business,” I say quickly. “I don’t mean to pry. It’s just you never mentioned it.”

“I don’t really like talking about that part of my life.”

“Is that why you came to Blue Mountain? To get away from him?”

Her large brown eyes settle on me for a moment before she speaks. “Yes. But it’s complicated.”

“I can understand that.” Not that I have experience with a divorce. My parents are still married and none of my siblings are even married yet. But I deal with complex situations at work all the time, and plenty of my clients are divorced. “Aren’t most divorces complicated?” My protective side comes out when I think of some man mistreating Callie. “Have you filed yet?”

She shakes her head. “I’m still looking for a lawyer.”

“You can use mine. I’ll throw him in as a job perk,” I say. “I happen to know he handles family law as well.”

Her eyes get huge. “You’d do that? It seems like too much.”

I have to admit, I have my own motives for wanting her nice and single. I’m starting to fall for this woman. The sooner she’s away from that guy, the better. Is that wrong of me? I don’t know anything about her situation. She’s said it’s complicated, but that could mean any number of things. I respect marriage, and I believe it’s important to fight for them, but I also respect Callie and her ability to know her own mind. And if she wants a divorce, she probably has a good reason for it.

“I hope you don’t mind if I ask, but what happened between you and your soon-to-be ex?”

“Oh, he’s my ex now. We may still be legally married, but I don’t want any connection with him romantically. We’re completely through. But I don’t mind you asking. Markus is a controlling guy. I hardly know how to make my own choices now because he made so many decisions for me. All I want now is to be a strong, independent woman with the ability to choose for myself.”

“Well, you have that now. I respect your agency. All you have to do is let me know your preference, and you’ll have it the way you want.”

“I’m not used to that. It’s strange to think about,” Callie says.

“Thank you for stepping in to help Martha. It’s true I could have just hired another person to help around the house, but I don’t enjoy bringing in new people to my home. I will bring in someone to clean bathrooms though. Martha said you weren’t exactly trained to clean that way.”

Callie’s face flushes at my words. “Yeah. I’m not exactly the best at cleaning bathrooms.”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” I say. “I don’t know how to do it either.”

Callie laughs, a rich, beautiful sound.