The world didn’t end. The programme was fine. And Frazer was professional and so, so done. It was simple, then, to ignore the part of her that missed Cora—not the part that had enjoyed the last several months of sex. Frazer could forget that as needed. It was the part that missed their friendship that was harder.

“Can we talk about something else?” she asked.

“Are you coming to dinner with the fam this weekend?” There was a glint in Jemma’s eye.

“Okay, something else?”

There must have been a pleading note in Frazer’s voice, because Jemma put her elbows on the table and cocked her head. “Fine. How’s the programme?”

“Great. Easy—it’s slowly setting up. We’re still figuring things out, but the feedback from the parents has been great. Some hard stories, though.”

“I bet there are.” Jemma poked at her chips with her fork and instead stabbed a piece of cucumber. “Is it hard?”

Frazer gave a shrug. “I mean, it’s no harder than before. These stories have always existed; at least now we’re doing something.”

“How’s seeing Cora all the time?”

Frazer’s fingers gripped tightly around her fork. “I thought we weren’t talking about this anymore?”

“As if I was gonna let it go. See how I artfully turned the conversation back to it?”

“Your uni major sucks.”

“Don’t be silly. I’ve always been like this.”

“True.”

Jemma leant forward. “Now—how is it?”

“Ugh. Fine. We don’t really see each other.”

“But the program?”

“Mostly e-mails now. And when we do see each other, it’s professionally.” Frazer didn’t mention the way she felt Cora’s eyes on her. How they seemed to follow Frazer when she was in the room. Which was unfair, because Cora had asked Frazer to stay away.

“Well, that’s good. How’s her marriage?”

When Frazer paused, Jemma leant forward. “You know something!”

“I know rumours.”

“Rumours are often based on some kind of truth.”

“So you really did have a threesome in high school?”

Jemma’s eyes went so wide Frazer was worried she’d strain herself. “You heard that?”

“So, it’s true, then?”

Pouting, Jemma stabbed at her chips. “It wasn’t a, a threesome. I fooled around a bit with this guy and girl and, well, that’s all.”

The mild disappointment Frazer felt at Jemma proving her own theory right was overpowered by the glee Frazer felt at having such juice. “Well, well, little sister. A threesome.”

“It was not a threesome!”

Her retort was so loud that people looked over, a laugh trickling from somewhere in the café. Red brightened Jemma’s cheeks. “Well, it wasn’t.” She said.

Frazer snorted.

“Please, Frazer, help your mortified sister out. What’s the rumour?”