Chapter 3“Fiona?” I paused at the glass double doors to the work room, which stood open.
“Janet. How nice to see you. Come in.”
I did, taking my time about it. It’s been two years since she broke up with you, my mind insisted. The rest of my body didn’t care. Despite my brain’s admonitions, my heart rate sped up when I saw that familiar auburn hair, those piercing blue eyes.
Some white hairs had crept in among the auburn, I noted, and her face showed tell-tale indicators of someone who wasn’t getting the recommended amount of sleep. “How’re you doing, anyway?” I blushed, feeling a surge of guilt for not coming to check in with her sooner. Yes, we’d broken up. But that didn’t have to stop me taking an interest in her well-being.
“Okay,” she said, in a tone that I knew well. A tone that
