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“Demote him, then. He can service lavs.” His brother paused.“How was your little hiatus in the Caymans? Did you get any?”
A vision of Eve cradled in his arms on that balcony gave Adam pause. He’d gone to bed with a ramrod in his boxers and the faint scent of Delina on his shirt.
“Good.” He ignored Ian’s second question.“You know it’s always good there. You should go.”
“I hear you. The trick is to find the time, which I don’t have.”
Adam grunted. In the dictionary, Ian’s picture was prominently featured next to the word“workaholic.”
“How do you like the new Gulfstream?” Ian asked. “Are we all set for the trip to Drammen?”
“She flies like a dream. We won’t even have to stop to refuel this time around.”
“That’s good to hear. Send me that letter so I can take a look. If it’s what I think it is, I’m going to call Branson at the FAA. He owes me a favor.”
“Thanks, man. I owe you.”
“Yeah, you do.”
Adam thought for a moment, trying to phrase a question he’d been meaning to ask his brother.
“Is there something else?” Ian asked.
“There is.” He took a breath.“To get a quick divorce…what do I have to do?”
Heavy silence. Adam could envision Ian’s brows shooting up.
“A divorce.”
“You heard me.” Adam drummed his fingers on the desk.“Where do I start?”
More silence. Then,“You need to find her.”
Shit.
As far as Adam was concerned, Ingrid was dead the day she left.“Isn’t there a way of doing this through paperwork, without her, since it’s been so long?”
“There is, but you need to prove you’ve made an attempt to locate her before you declare that you don’t know where she is.”
Adam’s mouth twisted.“OK, then.”
“Do you want me to get on that?”
“Please. The sooner, the better.”
“All right!” Ian sounded downright jubilant.“I will, right after I pop open a bottle of Dom. Damn, I might even spring for the 2009 rosé and osetra to go with it.”
Adam chuckled.“Thanks, Ian.”
“Happy to help. Let me know if there’s anything else I can do. I’ll see you in three weeks.”
“Later.” Adam ended the call.
It would be good to spend time with his family. Of late, get-togethers had dwindled to only twice a year.
His mind turned to the answer he hadn’t provided to Ian’s question. Normally, in this situation, he would have called a service.
Come to think of it, he would.