Chapter 22

Eleanor’s POV Head hanging low, he didn’t reply, his eyes rimmed red. He might’ve been a foodie through and through, but right now… not even the best feast in the world could pull him out of this funk. I walked over, tiptoed slightly, and patted him on the head like a sulky puppy. “James, you really are hopeless, you know that?” He batted my hand away. “I’m in a bad mood. Can you not mess with me?” “Oh wow, are you gonna bite me now?” I teased. “Is the giant Chihuahua turning into a Rottweiler?” “Eleanor Smith!” James glared at me, completely fuming. “Aren’t you supposed to be Scarlett’s best friend? She went through hell, and you’re not even upset?” I rolled my eyes and waved him off. “I’m not you, okay? Stop being such a blockhead.” “You…” He spluttered, on the verge of losing it. “James, I know you. You’re mad for Scarlett’s sake. You care about her—I get it. But the divorce? That was two months ago. She’s already moved on. She’s ready to look ahead, not back. That Everett guy? He’s