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“Did you ever hear back from Q?”

“Not yet, but I’ll call him again when I get home.”

“I’m not sure that you should be leaving here until you’ve heard from him.”

“I’ll be fine. I’m going to go home and change, and then, I’ll head over to his house.”

“Good deal.” I could hear the concern in his voice as he said, “Just give me a call if you need anything. I’ll be around.”

“Thanks, Flynn. I really appreciate that.” I continued towards my car as I told him, “Have a good night!”

“You be careful, you hear?”

“I’m gonna try!”

I was feeling a little apprehensive as I pulled out of the parking lot and started home. Seeing James had made it a nightmare of a day, and I had a gnawing feeling that the nightmare wasn’t over. Maybe it was the fact that it was dark or simply the fact that I hadn’t heard from Quinton, but something just didn’t feel right.

I thought back to my conversation with James, and I was still astounded by how calm and soft-spoken he was. It wasn’t like him to be so rational. It made me wonder if he’d been honest about changing. I so wished I could believe him, but I was a firm believer in ‘a leopard never changes its spots’.

When I pulled up to my apartment, I was eager to get inside and put this day behind me, so I grabbed my things and rushed up to the door. I’d just put the key in the lock when I heard, “Jules? Is that you?”

I quickly turned to look over my shoulder, and just as I feared, James was standing right behind me. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to talk to your lawyer,” he answered calmly. “But I haven’t been able to track her down. Apparently, folks around here don’t keep normal business hours.”

“No, I guess they don’t.”

“It doesn’t matter.” He took a step closer. “She wasn’t the one I really wanted to talk to.”

“We’ve already said everything that needed to be said, James.”

“No, that’s not true. Not by a long shot.” Emotion filled his eyes as he said, “I don’t want this divorce. I love you, Jules. You mean everything to me.”

“James.”

“You just left. You didn’t talk to me. You didn’t tell me you were even thinking about leaving.” He almost made me feel guilty for leaving when he said, “You didn’t give me a chance to make things right.”

“I did give you a chance, James.” I tried my best to remain calm as I told him, “I gave you so many chances, but it was always the same. You just kept hurting me over and over again.”

“I know, and I can’t tell you how sorry I am about that.” His voice was strained as he told me, “I went to that counselor you wanted me to see.”

“You did?”

“I did. I went a bunch of times, and you were right. She was really good. She helped me a lot. It wasn’t easy. It took some work, but she taught me how to get control of my temper. I meant it when I said I’d changed. I have. I’m not that guy anymore.”

I didn’t know what to think.

He sounded so sincere—even sorry, and that was something he’d never been before.

But it didn’t matter.

I didn’t even want to talk to him, much less get involved with him again.

At the same time, I didn’t want to get into an argument with him, especially while I was alone with him in the dark, so I smiled and told him, “That’s great, James. I’m happy for you.”

“You should be happy for you, too. Now, we can put this whole divorce mess behind us and get you back home where you belong.”

“I’m not going back home, James.”

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