Chapter 13

"This is delicious," Abigail said. "I have to say. The cooking, speaking French, this house, all this. You've really changed."

"Yes, I have, but I had too. Midwest hick doesn't go well here. My ex, Susan, taught me the finer things. It was just the two of us, and she didn't cook too well, so I started to. When we went out, it was always the best restaurants, so the French helped. Also, I know some German too. After the divorce, I bought this place. She sent a decorator to fix the place up right. She lives over in Georgetown."

"Why did you marry her? Did you love her?" Abigail asked quietly.

"At first, maybe. Marriage seemed the right thing, but as time went on, we realised that it just wasn't working. We wanted different things. We worked on it for 7 years with no luck. So we decided to split with no hard feelings. I still see her once in a while. You might get a chance to meet her."

Abigail suddenly felt threatened. "I suppose this is her robe?" she asked defensively.

"No," Hayden sa