The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Leaving home, Zeb drove straight to Helen’s office and greeted her once she stepped outside the building.

“Hey, Helen.” He smiled.

“What are you doing here, Mr. Larkin?” Helen stared at him in surprise.

“Was just missing you. You didn’t have lunch, right? There’s a new restaurant nearby –why don’t we go try it?” he offered with a cordial look.

was just going to eat anyway, and there was no reason

smiling, “What do you think we should drink?” Helen shook her head. “I’ll pass on the alcohol–I still have work to do.” Zeb gave up, and after dining for a while, he cut to the chase. “It’s been years, Helen. I’m sure you know how I feel about you. I came back to the country as soon as I heard about your divorce, and I never got married because you’re the only one for me.” Helen stiffened and leveled him a weird–out look. “Why are you suddenly telling me this?” “Don’t you see

“I understand, but I can’t

lie–I may have divorced Frank, but he’s still the one in my heart. I might even say he never left.” Zeb pursed his lips grumpily. “Why? What’s good about him? Frank doesn’t deserve a strong and independent lady like you.” Helen lowered her head shyly as she smiled blissfully. “Well, it’s true I didn’t want to go along when my grandfather arranged our marriage. But since we’ve been married, he always respected me, never straying out of line…