Julian's tone gave nothing away, hot or cold, and Eleanor never could read him underneath it.
"Of course not."
She answered.
They were getting divorced in a matter of days. She wasn't about to assume anything from him.
As the Bentley pulled into a service station lot, Eleanor realized he meant to actually stop here for the night.
"You don't need to put yourself through this."
Julian turned at that, something close to genuine confusion flickering across his otherwise cold expression.
Eleanor hurried to clarify. "I mean you're probably not used to places like this. You don't have to force yourself to stay somewhere this basic just because I'm here."
"Where would you rather I stay?" He said it plainly.
Given how well Eleanor knew him, a roadside motel was several steps beneath anythi
