Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Presidential Suite, Westerhaven Hotel.

Briony sat at the vanity, smoothing moisturizer into her skin.

A knock sounded at the door.

She got up and opened it.

On the threshold, Maynard leaned against the frame, arms folded. "Care to watch a movie together?"

Briony paused, surprised. "What movie?"

"The new Titanic remake."

She glanced at the clock-barely ten o'clock.

Since her recovery, her routine had settled into a strict rhythm.

Besides, of all movies, he picked that one...

Briony offered Maynard a polite smile. "Sorry, but it's already my bedtime."

out a half-laugh, half-sigh. "It's just a movie. Are you guarding against me like

Maynard. I just really need my rest." Briony's tone was earnest. "After all, it took

thinking it through. So,

"Mr. Maynard,

again?" He cut her off, eyes bright with mischief, words taunting.

at him, at

of?" Maynard arched an eyebrow with a

are you five years old? Are

can I do?" Maynard shrugged, grinning. "You're

a sincere suggestion. "You could

a few more

but laugh out

accept me now-date me for a couple of years, and then dump me before I

annoyed. "Maynard, feelings aren't a joke. I know you like toĝoke

with a flourish. "It might sound like a joke, but I'm more serious

shaking

she closed the door, Maynard's