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Brax’s meeting with an attorney in Johnson City didn’t take too long. Since he wasn’t fighting for a piece of whatever she’d built in the last decade, it was clear-cut enough. With ten years of separation and no kids, the court wouldn’t fight the petition. There was no sense in him filing in New York since she was willing, so he’d let her know, and they’d get the divorce process officially started. Properly this time.
He’d expected to feel some measure of relief at that fact, but he was restless. Probably he’d stay that way until everything was finalized in a couple of months. In the meantime, he had bigger decisions to make.
Jonah and Holt were in the living room when he got back, both peering at some kind of paperwork.
“She’s talented. I’ll give her that.” Holt’s tone held respect,
