should be somebody.” “I don’t like the idea of divorcing you,” I said. “No matter how meaningless it might actually be.” “Dad, watch,” Connor said as she flung her legs into the air, swung high, and then leaped, landing on her feet. She nearly gave me a heart attack. Harry laughed. “Outstanding!” he said to her, and then he turned to me. “Sorry. I might have taught her that.” “T figured.” Connor got back onto the swing, and Harry leaned toward me and put his arm around my shoulders. “I know you don’t like the idea of divorcing me,” he said. “But I think you do like the idea of marrying Max. Otherwise, I don’t think you would have bothered to show me that note.” kk * “ARE YOU REALLY serious about this?” I asked. Max and I were back in New York, at his apartment. It had been three weeks since he had told me he loved me. “I am very serious,” Max said. “What is the saying? As serious as cancer?” “A heart attack.” “Fine. I am as serious as a heart attack.” “We barely know each other,” I said. “We have known each other since 1960, ma belle. You simply do not realize how much time has passed. That’s more than twenty years.” I was in my midforties. Max was a few years older. With a daughter and a fake husband, I thought falling in love again was out of the question for me. I wasn’t sure how it would ever happen. And here was a man, a handsome man, a man I did rather like, a man I shared a history with, who was saying he loved me. “So you’re suggesting I leave Harry? Just like that? Because of what we think might be between us?” Max frowned at me. “I am not as stupid as you think I am,” he said.