Don Juan supposed he must have, or else why summon Hudson this way and pull him away from work? He felt that he ought to talk about it, but his trouble was he still hadn't worked out what to say. He picked up the glass Hudson had poured him but didn't drink it, instead frowning at the amber liquid and watching the way the light hit it. He flexed his toes against Hudson's carpet.

"She made it easy to walk away," he said in a tone that sounded like an afterthought. When Adriana had found him in Spain she had stayed just long enough to ensure his situation with Valencia was ruined. She hadn't seemed interested in doing much else. He'd asked her what she wanted, whether she was there for a divorce, but now he wasn't sure she'd ever answered him.

"She found me, in Spain," he said with a more pronounced frown and a thoughtful crease of his brow. "I don't know how she knew to look."

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