“We are divorced.”

“Until I put my name on these documents, we’re still married.” Quinn dropped them onto the coffee table and turned to face Anais, ignoring the hitch in his chest that came from her words. “Marrying you wasn’t the wrong decision. Maybe I failed at being a husband in every regard, but marrying you wasn’t wrong. You feel it, too, or you and I would not have ended up on the floor together within seconds of being alone in a room. You still want me.”

“Chemistry. As I said. And you said that was a goodbye or did you forget that, too?”

“We have chemistry and a legally binding marriage. Unless you want to take it to court and let them decide.” He couldn’t focus on the goodbye bit. He’d said it at the time more from anger than because he’d thought it through.

“What could you possibly say in court to make people believe this is a real marriage?”

So quiet he could barely hear himself over his own pounding heart, Quinn answered, “I’d say I still love you.”