"Heh." Stella actually let out a laugh, exasperated. "All of you-honestly, you're all wrapped around that little brat's finger!"

"He's Stewart's last line in the sand," Cedric Clarke replied, his tone serious.

Stella fell silent.

It was a long moment before she finally asked, "Cedric, can I trust you?"

"Just this once, trust me," Cedric said solemnly. "Listen, if you can talk Bryn into agreeing to Stewart's terms, I promise I'll keep an eye on things from my end too."

Stella pressed her lips together, thinking for a few seconds before she asked, "Do you know why Stewart insists on going to Ghana?"

Cedric could more or less guess Stewart's real motive.

But he knew better than to say anything before Stewart left.

If he told her, Bryn would never agree to go.

"I honestly don't know," Cedric lied, feigning ignorance. "I'll try to ask around for you, okay?"

"You think he'd actually tell you if you asked?"

Cedric gave a helpless chuckle. "Who knows? Chances are... he won't."

a jerk *and* impossible to shake. Just watching her go through this

a low laugh. "Don't worry. There are still plenty of decent

need to get back and figure out how to

"Alright."

call

times before Stewart finally

rough

crap!" Cedric blurted out, half-joking, half-shocked. "Did you bug my

low, humorless laugh, his breath still ragged. "What

like that? Is it another

"It's nothing."

say to you anymore. Those three conditions you set-each one more outrageous than the last! I'm not just giving you a hard time,

doesn't matter," Stewart cut in, his tone unyielding. "I made my decision,

There was

told Stella to talk to Bryn for you. That's as much as I can do, man. So listen, even if it's just for my sake- once Bryn fulfills your three conditions, you *have* to go through with the divorce. Let her go,

long silence on the

his word. He was just about to lose his temper when Stewart's low voice finally came through

"Okay."

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