“Nolan?” Her apprehension climbed with each passing silent second. “What? What is it?”
“When was the last time you were in Mexico?”
She frowned. Carefully she reached for the half empty glass of soda she’d left on the ledge of the redwood railing. She’d rather have a cigarette. Better yet, a drink.
“I’ve never been there.” He, on the other hand, had spent the requisite twenty-four hours south of the border, she thought, feeling the bite of old hostility and resentment for what she’d insisted on in the first place.
She shook her head. Holding him responsible when she’d been the one to demand the fastest method possible to put an end to their marriage was hardly fair or reasonable. “Why?” she asked cautiously.
“You never filed for a legal name change, either, did you?”
Icy cold fingers of panic slid around her throat and squeezed, threatening her air supply. “No,” she managed to say in a choked whisper. “There wasn’t any need to. You know that.”
She’d refused to take his name once they’d married, which had infuriated him. But she’d refused to budge on the issue, so he’d eventually conceded defeat, albeit with massive reluctance. Although he’d never brought the subject up again, he’d made no secret of the fact that he wasn’t happy with her decision to keep her own name. She hadn’t needed some antiquated tradition of assuming her husband’s name to know she was married, but in reality, as long as she kept her own name, she knew she’d never forget who or what she was—a Correlli. Not that she really held an ounce of admiration for her lineage, but she couldn’t allow herself the false sense of security of the Baylor name.
He didn’t say anything, just kept looking at her expectantly…waiting for her to put the pieces together. His eyes held everything she didn’t want to know.
“Oh, God. We’re not still…”
No, no, no. Not possible. Life could not be that cruel, could it?
“Married?” he finished for her.
She nodded because she didn’t believe herself capable of more than insane babbling.
A wry grin tipped his mouth. “Next time you hire a lawyer, Mikki, a word of advice—” he bent forward until they were practically nose to nose “—make sure he hasn’t been disbarred first.”
3
“DISBARRED! Are you sure?”
Mikki’s stomach bottomed out at Nolan’s slow, confirming nod. Surely they couldn’t still be legally married.
“Why? But how? After all this time?”
They just couldn’t still be married.
He nodded again. “I’m sure, Mikki.”
“No,” she said firmly, as if the small word had the power to erase the truth from his eyes. “It isn’t possible.”
“If it’s any consolation,” he said, “I was just as floored by the news.”
“Floored” hardly came close. Dumbstruck, blindsided and bewildered were more apt descriptions for the shock of the blow he’d just delivered. She felt as if she’d been sucker-punched. By a gorilla.
“Some consolation,” she complained. She almost wished she hadn’t pushed him away. An overload of sexual excitement, even with the wrong man, was better than hearing the news he’d just given her. “Why am I only finding out about this now?”
“Probably because the lawyer you hired didn’t bother to mention he’d been disbarred about a week before you retained him.” His voice was the epitome of calm.
She wanted to scream.
“But…how? Why?”
“The California State Bar Association takes issue with lawyers who play fast and loose with client trust accounts.”
He leaned toward her again. His expression filled with a familiar challenge. “If you had taken my name like I wanted you to, the court clerk’s office would’ve notified us when you filed a name change that your attorney was no longer legally permitted to practice. All this would have been avoided.”
A lightening-hot flash of anger cut through the hazy fog in her brain. He was blaming her?
“So this is all my fault, is that it?” she fired at him, her voice rising. Okay, so maybe he did have a point, but she hadn’t exactly been lucid at the time, either. If she’d been capable of doing so, she would’ve gone to Mexico herself and they wouldn’t be having this insane conversation.
Nolan straightened and rammed his fingers through his wind-tossed hair for the second time. His dark brown eyes glowed with irritation.
Some things never changed, she thought again.
“I didn’t say that,” he said tightly.
No, he hadn’t. She’d jumped to that conclusion all on her own. She understood her irrational reaction stemmed from the emotional bomb he’d just blasted her with, but that didn’t give her the right to be so bitchy toward him. She’d been the one to retain a disbarred attorney, not him.
She let out a slow breath that provided zero calming effect and looked up at Nolan. Her husband?
Some things really never changed.
Oh, God.
“I’m sorry.” She pressed her fingertips to her temple, hoping to relieve the pounding of what promised to be one nasty tension headache. “It’s the shock.”
He accepted her apology with a brusque nod.
Why was this happening? Suffering through the humiliation of another divorce proceeding, even if it were nothing more than a necessary technicality to legally end their marriage, wasn’t something she relished facing. Admitting failure once should be enough punishment for anyone. Even her.
“How did you find out that we’re still…” She couldn’t bring herself to utter the word she’d evicted from her vocabulary the night she’d told him to leave. Right along with love, forever and all that happily-ever-after bullshit. Especially when she should’ve known better than to believe in any of it.
“Married.” He completed the sentence for her, his tone wry. “Say it, Mikki. You won’t choke on it.”
“Wanna bet?”
A fresh wave of couples flooded onto the deck, drowning out the sound of his warm chuckle. After a quick glance over his shoulder, he narrowed the small space that separated them. Rather than reveling in the illusion of privacy, she felt as exposed and raw as the night she’d sent him packing.
“Well?” she prompted, tucking away yet one more unpleasant memory. Her specialty. “Why are we only learning about this now?”
He let out a sigh. “I found out during a routine background check.” He kept his voice low so they wouldn’t be overheard by the growing crowd. “It’s firm policy for all partnership candidates under consideration.”
Nolan? A partner? A stuffed shirt more interested in the bottom line than the complexities of the law? His last name might be Baylor, but her soon-to-be-again former husband hadn’t ever been the least bit conservative. Although he easily had the arrogance market cornered, she thought derisively.
“You’re joking, right?”
He frowned, his expression once again framed in irritation. “Is that really so hard for you to believe?”