Heat seeped through her every pore with his words. “So you haven’t been dating, either?”
“No.”
There were a number of questions she wanted to ask him—how he spent his days, his nights, what his family thought of their pending divorce, what he thought of it, was he ready for it to be over for them to go their separate ways—but there was no way she could ask him any of those things. “I guess I’ll go put dinner on the table.”
He chuckled. “An egg sandwich and tea?”
“Yes.” She turned to leave.
“Sienna?”
She turned back around. “Yes?”
“I don’t like being stranded, but since I am, I’m glad it’s with you.”
For a moment she couldn’t say anything, then she cleared her throat while backing up a couple of steps. “Ah, yeah right, same here.” She backed up some more then said, “I’ll go set out the food now.” And then she turned and quickly left the room.
Ten
Sienna glanced up and smiled when she heard Dane walk into the kitchen. “Your feast awaits you.”
“Whoopee.”
She laughed. “Hey, I know the feeling. I’m glad I had a nice lunch today in celebration. I took on a new client.”
Dane came and joined her at the table. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you.”
She took a bite of her scrambled egg sandwich and a sip of her tea and then said, “It’s been a long time since you seemed genuinely pleased with my accomplishments.”
He glanced up after taking a sip of his own tea and stared at her for a moment. “I know and I’m sorry about that. It was hard being replaced by your work, Sienna.”
She lifted her head and stared at him, met his gaze. She saw the tightness of his jaw and the firm set of his mouth. He actually believed that something could replace him with her, and knowing that hit a raw and sensitive nerve. “My work never replaced you, Dane. Why did you begin feeling that way?”
Dane leaned back in his chair, tilted his head slightly. He was more than mildly surprised with her question. It was then he realized that she really didn’t know. Hadn’t a clue. This was the opportunity that he wanted, what he was hoping they would have. Now was the time to put aside anger, bitterness, foolish pride and whatever else was working at destroying their marriage. Now was the time for complete honesty. “You started missing dinner. Not once but twice, sometimes three times a week. Eventually, you stopped making excuses and didn’t show up.”
What he’d said was the truth. “But I was working and taking on new clients,” she defended. “You said you would understand.”
“And I did for a while and up to a point. But there is such a thing as common courtesy and mutual respect, Sienna. In the end, I felt like I’d been thrown by the wayside, that you didn’t care anymore about us, our love or our marriage.”
She narrowed her eyes. “And why didn’t you say something?”