“I’m heading out to meet Sharon.”
Wren looked up from the mug she had been staring into, watching the tea bag bleed colour into hot water. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, fine. Just some stuff to go over. You know how it is,” Grace answered lightly. She took an apple out of the fridge and took a bite.
Wren dunked the tea bag a few more times. “Are you going to say yes to the offer?”
Grace stopped mid-chew. She turned slowly with the apple hovering less than an inch from her mouth, eyes pinning Wren with a what-the-f**k look.
Wren kept her gaze on the tea. “I heard you and Sharon last night on the phone.”
There was a long moment where the only sound was Grace chewing and swallowing. Then came the resigned sigh of knowing you’ve been caught and there was no point pretending oth
