Mac doesn’t so much as notice. But Liz side-eyes Bea. Lifting her hand to her mouth, Liz Greene pretends to guzzle from her thumb.
Dany shakes her head at Liz. But Bea, at least, doesn’t seem to care. Finally, when the lights are bright enough for her, Bea slips the unlabelled bottle back into the cabinet.
“You sure you don’t care if we study here?” Dany asks the old woman. “Are we in the way?”
“You’re getting in it now.” The frown on Bea’s face edges into a tight smile. “Look, I promised Mac a game of Scrabble.”
“If it’s okay?” Dany asks.
“If it’s okay,” Bea repeats, shaking her head. But with Bea, love comes with sharp edges. Bea gives Dany a look and then sets the Scrabble board on the coffee table, and Mac settles in beside her on the couch. Dany takes the two of them in an
