Silas Thorne was some distance away and couldn't hear what they were saying at all. Just then, someone else came over to greet him. He pulled his gaze away and exchanged a few words with the man. When he looked up again, the two were gone...
He returned to the banquet hall but couldn't find Joyce Monroe anywhere.
"Mr. Thorne?" Quentin Walsh noticed his grim expression. "Still haven't found your wife?"
Silas Thorne didn't speak, so Quentin offered, "Should I go look for her?"
"No need."
'She's probably still with Jasper Quinn.'
He picked up the wine glass before him. As the liquid sloshed, he was hit with a hazy memory of how much the old Joyce Monroe had adored Jasper Quinn—bright, passionate, a love she'd held for so many years of her youth. If she learned the truth behind their breakup, what choice would she make?
His conclusion that Jasper Quinn was completely out of the picture was based purely on rational analysis.
But there's nothing rational about love.
