The Winner Takes It All: Winning Back His Wife / In Her Rival's Arms / Royally Seduced

“Semantics,” he countered.

“A year lease is a commitment.”

“It’s worked out fine.”

“That’s great, but I prefer a month-to-month lease.”

Of course she would. A month-to-month marriage would have been her first choice if that had been allowed. “You’ve always liked to give yourself an out with everything you do.”

Sarah stiffened. “I know better than to back myself into a corner.”

She’d always been independent, but she sounded defensive, as if the world were against her. He hadn’t meant to attack her. “Someone might be there to help you escape.”

“I’d rather not deal with the consequences if they’re not.”

So jaded. He hoped their separation hadn’t done this to her. “People can surprise you.”

“They usually do, but not in the way I expect.”

Cullen wasn’t sure what she meant, but the tip of a knife seemed to be pressing against his heart. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer, but curiosity compelled him to ask the question. “Does that include me?”

“Yes.”

The knife pierced his heart. Her answer shouldn’t have surprised him. She was impulsive and impatient with a tendency to erupt like the volcanoes she loved so much. He’d tried to take care of her when they were married, but she’d pushed him away. He’d tried to make her happy, but she never seemed happy enough. A lot like Blaine. Cullen’s jaw tightened to the point of aching. “Care to elaborate?”

“You’ve been great about my accident.” Gratitude shone in her eyes. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

He felt the tension in his jaw ease. “Couples in our situation can be friendly to each other.”

She nodded. “Especially when divorce is what we both want.”

The knife dug a little deeper into his heart. “It is.”

A cheery love song played on the radio. The upbeat tempo was the antithesis of how he felt. He fought the urge to press the power switch so the music would stop.

“I’m glad you found the place you belong,” Sarah said.

“Hood Hamlet is the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time.” He remembered the list he’d put together of places they could live after he finished his residency. Portland had been near the top because of the Cascades Volcano Observatory in nearby Vancouver, Washington, but he’d never considered Mount Hood. And wouldn’t have if they’d stayed together. “The only drawback is everyone wants to know everybody’s business.”

She clucked her tongue. “Typical small town.”

“I sometimes forget how small.”

“Does that mean people are going to be talking about us?” He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “They already are.”

“Why is that?”

Cullen shouldn’t have said anything. His stomach roiled.

“Why?” Her voice rose.

His palms sweated. He wiped one on his jeans. “No one in Hood Hamlet knew I was married until your accident.”

Her mouth gaped. She closed it. “Why didn’t you tell them?”

He didn’t want to admit he’d been nursing a wound so deep when he arrived in town he wasn’t sure he would recover. But he had. And he was doing fine until she’d crashed back into his world. “You were no longer a part of my life. I could start over in Hood Hamlet with a clean slate once the divorce was finalized.”

The color drained from her face. Hurt clouded her eyes. “You pretended to be single.”

Her tone and stiff posture put him on the defensive. “Not intentionally.”

She turned toward the window.

“Hey, I’m not the bad guy here.” He lowered his voice. “Don’t forget you’re the one who brought up a divorce.”

“True, but you agreed,” she countered. “And I didn’t move to a new town and act like I was single.”

“I didn’t act that way, either,” he explained.

She stared at her cast with a downtrodden gaze. “Sure you didn’t.”

“I didn’t.” Her reaction surprised him. They’d been separated and hadn’t seen each other for almost a year. Divorce was a mere formality. “What were people supposed to think? I moved to Hood Hamlet alone. I wasn’t wearing a wedding band. No one asked if I’d been married, so I saw no a reason to tell them.”

Sarah had grasped her milk shake so hard she’d put a dent in the cup. “If they had asked?”

Not carrying around the baggage of a failed marriage had helped him move on. He’d never expected anyone, including Sarah, to find out. But by trying to make things easier on himself over this past year, he’d made them harder now. For Sarah, too. “I would have told the truth.”

She bit her lower lip. “No wonder people are talking.”

“Friends were with me when you were in ICU. They had questions.”

She lifted her chin. “What do your friends know about our situation?”

“Not much.”

“Cullen…”

She sounded more annoyed than hurt. But he wouldn’t call that progress. “They know we’ve been separated for almost a year but are together now.”

She drew back with alarm. “Together?”

“For now.”

Her mouth twisted.

“While you recover,” he clarified.

“Well, I hope it won’t take me long to get better so you can make your fresh start in Hood Hamlet and I can get back to Mount Baker.”