The Love That Was

Summary

“Tomorrow,” Eleanor Vance declared, her voice laced with casual indifference, “you’re quitting the company. Go find a woman and get married.”

She nestled against me, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my chest as if I were nothing more than a plaything. “I’ve fallen for a handsome young man, and he’s taking your place. He’s too innocent; I don’t want him getting any ideas because of you.”

I swallowed the bitter tang of jealousy, my gaze fixed on Eleanor. “Is this for real, this time?”