Chapter 7
On Thanksgiving morning, Magda took one look at her fiancé’s somber face and sighed. “Uh-oh. What did she do now?”
It had almost become a joke between them; Hilary Eames’ attempts to draw out her divorce from Stuart were creative, Magda had to give her that. But Stuart was being worn down by it, his usually merry green eyes losing their sparkle. Magda stood on her tiptoes to kiss him; she was a tall woman herself, but Stuart was a big man, broad-shouldered and long-limbed.
He wrapped his arms around her now. “I can’t make head or tail of it, Mags. She’s dropping her objections to the divorce.”
For a moment, Magda was so shocked, she couldn’t speak. After months and months of vicious back-and-forth between Hilary and Stuart, Hilary was dropping her claim for seventy-five perce
