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Maverick wasnât sure what he expected from Giorgia. He knew her well enough to know that she wouldnât jump for joy at the sight of him. However, he had some hope that she was would have been happier to see him, than the reaction he had received. Now that he was here, he had almost wished that he never came. He was sure that he certainly was not ready for their reunion, but he couldnât help the fact he had just wanted to lay his eyes on his ex-wife. Maverick wanted to make sure she had been okay, and that she was taking care of herself. After all, he still loved the woman - despite the fact that she broke his heart. Not that he would ever admit that fact out loud to anyone.Â
After she took the flowers into her hands, he cleared his throat. His eyes glanced down at his shoes, mentally kicking himself for the choice of tennis shoes, before looking back up at her. âI - I uh have been back for a little bit now. About four months. I figured it would be a good place to come back to after I got out of rehab.âÂ
At least part of that was true. However, his father wouldnât let him come back to their home after his release - not that he had wanted to move back into his parentsâ home. Maverick knew he couldnât stay in New York, and be around the same crowd that was part of the recent that he checked into rehab, to begin with. Eureka was his safest bet. âSo, uh - how have you been?âÂ
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Giorgia wasnât sure what to feel. Sure, she was happy to see him. This was her ex-husband, the one she married because she felt he was truly her soulmate. At times she still believed he was. Confused, was another feeling. Was she supposed to know that heâd gotten out of rehab? Maverick had sent her a birthday card every single year, but there had never been a âIâm out of rehabâ-card. So had he expected her to reach out? Giorgia had left him for a reason â for his happiness. To pursue his dream of creating a family of his own. Not to drown his sadness with drugs. Perhaps part of the reason as to why she wasnât as happy to see him, was because she blamed herself for his situation. Had she never filed for divorce then perhaps he wouldâve been in a better place.
âFour months? Oh â I didnât know.â Again â should she have known? Had she missed a text, or call, or card? Anything? Or had he just been in the same town as her for the last four months, avoiding her? Giorgia wouldnât blame him if that were the case. God knows she wouldâve done the same, if not worse. âItâs good to see you, Mav. You look well.â And she meant that. Part of her had never really gotten over him. Big part of her, to be honest. Giorgia knew she would never completely get over him. She had once envisioned them to spend the rest of their lives together, grow old and grey together. Until she couldnât anymore and left.
âIâve been good. Just working at the gallery, nothing special. Evan started college and moved out, so itâs just me now.â She only had her son stay at her place certain days of the week, but it still made a huge difference now that he was living on his own. âCan I offer you anything to drink? Coffee?â








