It’s Wednesday? Awesome! Because I have a little teaser for you from the beginning of Cross Current (Olympic Cove #4). No, it’s not very sexy but I haven’t gotten to that point. Yet. Muwahahahaha…

Enjoy, and make sure to hit the list after the teaser to see other great Mid Week Teases!

“If you’ll sign here, please.”

Matt Taber wrote his signature on the indicated line.

“And here.”

Another line, another signature.

“And one last time.”

The same slightly scrawled name, black ballpoint ink pressed into grooves. The lawyer’s office printed out their documents on the nice heavy paper made for laser printers, not the thin general purpose stuff.

Nothing but the best for the death of a marriage.

“That should do it,” his lawyer said. He exchanged a nod with the other lawyer, their steps done in this particular dance.

Across the table, Matt’s now-ex-wife Nancy sat with her hands neatly folded, a politely blank expression on her face. After ten years of living with her, he still couldn’t read it.

Then again, he didn’t have to try anymore. Giving her a brusque nod, he stood and followed his lawyer out of the conference room.

“That went pretty well, I’d say,” the lawyer said. “Although I still think we should have held out for community property.”

Matt shrugged. “I don’t want anything from her.”

That wasn’t quite true. But it was far too late in any case. And God knew the last thing he wanted from her was money.

He nodded through the rest of the lawyer’s litany, agreeing to stop by the office for the final payment. And then he was alone in the granite-clad hallway, surrounded by expensive air and time that was counted in billable hours.

“Matt.”

He turned. Nancy stood at the door of the conference room, elegant as always. Today she wore a cream tailored jacket and skirt over a champagne silk blouse that would go straight from a divorce lawyer to her VP office at a major bank without anyone batting an eye.

The regret washed over him again. I loved you, I really did.

I’m sorry.

She pursed her mouth as if hearing his thoughts. “I’m not going to give you some ridiculous platitude about how this is the best thing for both of us,” she said, kind and blunt at the same time. “I wasn’t happy and I wanted out, simple as that. But I also know you’re hurting right now, and I’m sorry about that. You’re a good person, Matt. You’ll be able to find someone who’s a better fit for you.”

Matt let a slow breath roll out. “I thought you weren’t going to give me some ridiculous platitude.”

One black eyebrow rose in an elegant curve, her equivalent of a laugh. “You have a point. I’ll be back from Hong Kong in a month. Will that be enough time for you?”

“Yeah, plenty.” The house on Chinook Lane had been hers before their marriage. He admired the building, but never felt at home there. It was like living in something out of an issue of Architectural Digest. “I can swing by and check the mail every couple of days if you like.”

“No, I already put a hold on it at the post office. But I appreciate the offer.”

“Okay.” He stared at the woman who, with a handful of signatures, had gone from his wife to a stranger. “Well. Have a good flight.”

“Thanks.” She leaned forward and brushed cool lips across his cheek, then turned and walked away.

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