Zara and Lucy sat together in the lounge, their conversation light and easy, mostly Lucy rambling about a dramatic case from her shift at the ER while Zara listened, nodding along and pretending like she wasn’t completely distracted.
Because she was.
Because Lennox was here.
And not just Lennox… Lennox with Chloe, sitting beside each other.
They sat on the opposite side of the lounge, their chairs too close for Zara’s liking, though she had no reason to be irritated by it.
None at all.
She had no claim to Lennox, and she had no right to feel that heat curling in her stomach every time Chloe leaned in, touched his arm, or tossed her perfectly styled hair over her shoulder while flashing him a smile.
Zara took a slow breath and glanced at Lucy, who had paused mid-sentence to follow
