"So anyway. I'm divorced." He nodded, still not quite able to meet her eyes. "I don't want to be. But that's life, isn't it?" More coffee. "I had to get rid of the tattoo. The brand. This bull isn't owned by that ranch anymore." He shrugged away the explanation, knowing it really wasn't needed.
"And I have been reluctant to talk to you. Ever since..." He left the sentence hanging in the air.