Hailey froze in place, completely unable to move.
Yannick, who had treated her with cold indifference for years, now had red-rimmed eyes. His fingertips moved again and again over the name she had signed at the bottom of the divorce agreement.
After a few seconds, he slid the document beneath his pillow and lay back on the narrow field cot.
Hailey sat nearby, but her gaze kept returning to his profile.
She genuinely couldn't figure it out. How could a man who used to exhibit such blatant loathing toward her now reveal such an incredibly complex expression?
His eyes had held grief, regret, and something that looked dangerously like love.
Hailey forced herself to look away and warned herself not to imagine what was not there.
Yannick had made his position unmistakably clear. He had sw
