“Sirena, you’re not listening to me, honey.” My sister, Charlotte, sits beside me on the other sun lounger and takes my hand into hers. “What’s wrong? Have you heard from Harry?”

I shake my head, knowing that she’s going to be thinking I’m sad.

For the past month I haven’t heard one word from my so called husband even though it had been me to walk away from the asshole—I’m not sad though.

“His lawyer sent a legal document to me to be signed stating that he gives up his rights as the father of our unborn child.”

I hear Charlotte cursing under her breath, disbelief in her voice.

Receiving that document had crushed me and I felt sad that my baby wouldn’t have a father. But then I realized that I’d never have to hand my baby over to him for weekend visits, and that I’d never have to see Harry again. I shouldn’t have been relieved, but I am.

Now I’m more angry than hurt about Harry and the way he has treated me, but my real depression and down in the dumps feeling has everything to do with Garrett.

He gave me his number, and I sent him a text wanting to say thank you so he would have my number. I haven’t heard from him at all though and that’s what has me sad.

I relive the moment in the elevator on a daily basis knowing that I hadn’t imagined the connection I’d felt to Garrett. He probably hasn’t given me another thought.

“Sis, you’re worrying me with this silence, and I’m glad that Harry isn’t going to be around.” Charlotte has been nothing but patient with me, which must be driving her nuts because she really doesn’t have one patient bone in her body.

Charlotte is smaller than I am and is more on the petite side. But when we’re together we often get asked if we’re twins. If Michael is in the vicinity and I knew he’d heard that question, I always milk it for what it’s worth because it annoys him. He hates anyone not knowing that he’s Charlotte’s twin and when I’m not teasing him I find it endearing.

“Sirena,” Charlotte growls.

A laugh bubbles up inside me and for the first time in the month since I met Garrett I find real amusement. “I’m really fine, Charlotte. I signed and sent the document back via my lawyer . . . I honestly don’t mean to worry everyone.” I look out at the lake and thank God that I’m on dry land. I actually love sailing but since I became pregnant just the thought makes me nauseous.

“You’re my sister of course I’m going to worry, but you know that you can talk to me if you need to.” Charlotte pouts.

Sighing, I turn and hold Charlotte’s stare. “I promise you that I no longer feel anything toward Harry. What I did feel died long before I walked out,” I admit, knowing she won’t let the subject of Harry drop. “It’s . . .” I drift into a world of my own when a memory of Garrett smiling at me takes hold.

“You were saying?” she prompts.

I frown at Charlotte for interrupting and finally admit to her, “I met someone else.”

Charlotte’s eyes pop and she stammers, “What? When? How? I really don’t understand.” She swivels to a sitting position and glares down at me. “Please explain.”

“You can’t mention anything to Michael or Joshua, or anyone else. Promise me Charlotte.”

“I promise just get on with it. You know my patience is slim to none.”

I smile. “He was in the elevator when I got stuck downtown. I ended up with a really bad pain in my back.” I pause because I’m not sure I can go on without crying, and then the tears come anyway. “He rubbed my back, Charlotte. For the first time there was someone with me who cared that I was in pain and acted like he wanted to take it away . . . and you should have seen his face when he felt the baby kick.” I swipe at my tears.

Charlotte looks surprised. “I rub your back,” she mumbles and I roll my eyes and then think better of it.

“I mean who wasn’t you or the rest of our family. He was a handsome man and he cared.”

“Okay, and I was only teasing about the ‘I rub your back’. Do you know who he is? How to get in touch with him?”

I nod my head.

“Then what’s the problem?” Charlotte asks, confusion written across her face.

“I thought about getting in touch with him, but what do I say, ‘hey, I’m the pregnant woman from the elevator, remember me’?”

Charlotte lets out an exasperated breath. “Well that would be a start. I mean really Sirena, what is wrong with you?”

“I’m still married.”

Just saying those words, I know that if Garrett messages me to meet him, that I will. I want to see him again even though I look like I have a huge beach ball up my dress.

“Harry,” her lips twist in annoyance, “is a first class jerk and there is no way on this earth that I will ever let you get back with him if he should ever ask, or you should beg. None of us will. You have never had a marriage and Harry certainly doesn’t think you have, so I don’t see the problem.”

Charlotte sometimes is like a dog with a bone so I tell her the one bit of information that will shut her up, “He’s forty-nine.”

“What?” Charlotte whispers.

I shake my head and tug the blanket more snugly around me. “You heard me right the first time.”

“Mom’s fifty-two.”

“Charlotte that isn’t helping.”

“Dad’s sixty-four and even that’s closer to his age than yours is.”

I shake my head and cry softly into the blanket.

“Oh honey, I’m sorry.” She rubs at my arm. “I didn’t mean to make you cry. You just took me by surprise . . . please calm down.”

Charlotte gets to her knees between the two lounge chairs and wraps her arms around me, which is more awkward than comforting with my belly in the way. She doesn’t seem to care and brushes her fingers through my hair.

“I love you, Sirena, and if this man makes you feel things that you’ve never felt before then perhaps you should call him or send him a message. His age is but a number if he’s the one you want.”

I pull back and hold her gaze. “You mean that?”

She wipes one side of my face with her fingers. ”He obviously made an impression with you, and apart from Harry, you’re usually a really good judge of character . . . so yes, I mean that.”

“He’s had my number just as long, Charlotte. Why hasn’t he contacted me?” I push myself up to a sitting position and grabbing the end of the blanket wipe at my eyes.

“Perhaps he has a problem with the age gap, and, didn’t you say you met him in the elevator, which means that he came from the McKenzie head office, right?”

I nod. “He had a meeting with Alexander.”

“What’s his name?” Charlotte sits back down on the lounger and waits for my answer, which I’m not sure I want to give. “I’ve already promised you that I won’t say anything, and all I really have to do is sneak a peak at Alexander’s schedule.” She grinned.

“Ugh!” I huff and with some struggling get to my feet and stretch. “Garrett Hudson,” I mumble.

I hear a gurgling noise and watch as my ladylike sister sloshes her mouth full of water down her shirt. I raise a brow and laugh.

“Garrett Hudson? As in The Garrett Hudson?”

I ignore her and walk back inside Michael’s lake house, but she follows and won’t let it go.

“Garrett Hudson?”

“Charlotte, please don’t make me regret telling you any of this.” Grabbing some juice from the fridge, I turn and face her.

“I’m sorry.” She composes herself and then starts laughing. “I have to agree that he is a handsome man and so unapproachable.”

My eyes snap to her. “He isn’t unapproachable. I think you’re remembering someone else.”

She shakes her head. “No way. I’ve met him and although he was polite, he’s a business shark. Stay well away from him.”

“You don’t like him?” I ask feeling disheartened.

“Sirena,” Charlotte takes hold of my hands, “he is a business man with a sharp mind and has no interest in a wife or children. It’s well known that he got burned a long time ago and he hasn’t been serious about anyone since.”

“It honestly sounds like you’re talking about a different man.”

“I promise you I’m not, and to set your heart on him would mean having it broken more than ever before.” Charlotte kisses me on the cheek and holds me. “Leave it be and forget about him . . . Let me take you to dinner.”

As I agree to dinner, I’m not sure I’ll be able to forget about Garrett, and I’m finding it difficult to associate the Garrett that I met with the one Charlotte has just told me about.