Chapter Six
“I’m so sorry.” Amelia couldn’t believe she’d forgotten to switch off her phone. The Darlinghurst Darlings’ w******p group was always buzzing with gifs and inside jokes—hardly ever with any actual soccer-related messages.
“It’s okay. Clients forget all the time,” Jill said.
As she switched her phone to silent, Amelia noticed that the latest message was a private one from Sophia. It wasn’t the first one Amelia had received. She heaved a sigh. “There’s this woman on the team. She’s coming on a bit strong. It’s been bugging me.”
“Is she flirting with you?”
“Any chance she gets.”
“That must be flattering.”
Amelia frowned. “Sure. I mean, she’s perfectly lovely, but…” Oh. Had she just inadvertently come out to her therapist? She’d probably done so already when she’d told Jill
