“There she goes.” Kate rolled her eyes and eased a hip onto the desk.

“Well, what would you call it?” Margo snapped back. “We search like maniacs, have been on and off since we were kids. Nothing. We’ve all but groomed those cliffs with tweezers. Nothing,” she said again, gesturing wildly. “Then each one of us goes there, at some turning point in her life, and there it is. A coin. One for each. Which means . . .”

She stopped, looked up from the gold glinting in her hand, and stared at Laura. “Which means,” she said slowly, “you’re in love with Michael Fury.”

“What in the world does one have to do with the other?” To buy time, Laura took the coin back, set it in the middle of the desk blotter.

“The day I went there and found mine, I was thinking about Josh and what I was going to do about being in love with him. And Kate—” She looked over at her friend, who was frowning in thought. “She went, thinking about Byron. You were in love with him, weren’t you?”

“Yeah, but . . .” Kate trailed off. “Look, this is a little too Twilight Zone for me.”

“Open that accountant’s mind for a minute.” Impatient, Margo turned back to Laura and took her by the shoulders. “Are you in love with Michael?”

“That isn’t—”

“I asked a direct question, Laura, and I’ll know if you lie.”

“All right, yes, but it doesn’t—”

“Love matters,” Margo said quietly. “We matter. Maybe that’s the whole point.” She released Laura and reached into her pocket, where she habitually carried her coin. “This matters.” She placed it beside Laura’s and looked at Kate, who rose and took her own out of her purse.

“It matters,” Kate agreed when the three coins sat side by side. “We’re still in it together. Have you told Mick, Laura?”

“No. And no, I don’t know if I’m going to, or how I’ll handle it. I can’t plan things out like you, Kate, or run on instinct the way you do, Margo. I have to do it my way. Which means, I suppose, maintaining illusions and waiting to see what comes. And my emotions are my responsibility.”

Then she smiled, traced a fingertip over all three coins. “A sign from Seraphina. Well, maybe it is. Maybe she’s telling me not to put all my dreams into one man’s hands this time.”

“Or she might be telling you that you can find that dream if you know where to look.” Margo draped an arm over Laura’s shoulders. “Either way, you can’t stop looking. It’s the same as jumping off a cliff.”

“I haven’t stopped looking.” She patted Margo’s hand before reaching for her coin. “And I think this calls for a celebration. Why don’t we get together tonight and open some champagne?”