Shana sat at Phoebe’s kitchen table and poured cream in her coffee. Phoebe wiped her hands on a dishtowel before stepping to the table and slipping into the chair across from her. Phoebe’s house, now shared with Jake, was like a second home for Shana. She’d stayed here for a few weeks after Callen died and had spent more evenings with her friends here than she could count.
Phoebe sifted her hands through her dark curls and tied them into a knot atop her head. Her dark eyes assessed Shana. “What’s up with you and Hayden?”
Shana tried to hedge, panic edging her thoughts. If her feelings were so obvious, how could she protect her heart? “What do you mean?”
Phoebe rolled her eyes. “So that’s how you’re going to play this? Whatever. I think you finally decided to talk about what your marriag
