“Sure you don’t want a little of this in your tea?”
Sabrina scowled and took her tea to the long leather couch. Mar and Drew joined her. Cassandra hovered by the east window. James fixed her a cranberry and vodka.
“It’s going to be okay,” he said, offering her the high ball.
She nodded, wanting to believe him. “Thanks, James.”
She took tiny sips, the tiniest she could, and watched the same three sailboats from earlier dancing on the bay. It reminded her of the buoyancy and freedom she’d felt one afternoon, last summer, when Ryan took her sailing with some of his friends from work. She longed for those days before Ryan—
“Really,” James repeated, and Cassandra jumped a little, so lost in her thoughts she’d forgotten him standing beside her. “Trust me. It’s going to be all right.”
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