“Thank you,” Janey said, looking up at the waiter set her glass of Pinot noir in front of her. She glanced at Sean, who’d ordered a Diet Coke, and then Tessa, who’d opted for lemon water. Both of them were waiting for her, and Janey felt the tension inside her stretching and stretching.
“You tell him,” she said to Tessa, who rolled her eyes.
“She ran into Riggs on the beach. He had his fishing pole, but no reel or hook, and she called him out on it.”
Sean looked back to Janey, surprise in his eyes. He’d arrived for lunch several minutes ago, and Janey had suggested The Glass Dolphin, because she didn’t want to carry her food in a cardboard container and eat it from her hand.
The Glass Dolphin was far too expensive, but neither Sean nor Tessa had argued with her.
“She shouldn’t have do
