Cora yanked her hand away. Kicking the sheets off, she stumbled through Lisa’s hallway and slipped into the bathroom. The stream of water from the shower started steaming quickly when she turned it on and slipped in, leaving her clothes in a messy pile on the floor. Her feet tingled from the heat of the water after the touch of cold tile.

She sighed, wishing the memory of ghosting fingers along her skin would wash off her and down the drain. She missed Frazer. A lot. Yet the other woman seemed fine, almost happy. It made Cora feel…disgruntled. If they saw each other, Frazer greeted her cheerfully and asked how she was, like she would any other colleague. Kind of like she had before Frazer had approached Cora to help with the programme. Back in the easy days when Cora had assumed she was an obnoxious idiot. Cora almost preferred when Frazer had avoided her.

She didn’t want to miss Frazer.

And today she had to speak with Alec.

That thought was like a bucket of cold water, even in the heat of the shower, and Frazer slipped to the back of Cora’s mind.

It had been almost two weeks, and he had literally ignored her at work, which was actually quite a nice thing. But her lawyer had suggested trying to have words with him. They would spend twelve months separated before they could petition for divorce. They should go over that, so that maybe once twelve months passed, he would sign the document with her. Neither would have to attend the hearing if that happened, and a month and a half later, they would both receive divorce papers in the mail. Done. Easy.

Even if he said he wouldn’t now, hopefully in twelve months he would have changed his mind. Cora could dream.

When she wandered into the kitchen, Lisa was sitting at the table with her legs pulled up under her. A half-eaten bowl of cereal sat in front of her.

“Morning.” Lisa was looking at her strangely.

“Good morning.”

“You, ah…sleep well?” Lisa was now smiling up at her.

“Yeah, I did actually.”

“Really well?” Still with the smile.

Cora paused with the kettle in her hand, the water sloshing up the sides of her carry mug. Heat started to work its way up her neck. “Why do you ask?”

Lisa’s smile grew into a grin that could only be described as shit eating. “Heard some interesting noises coming out of your bedroom when I walked past this morning.”

It wasn’t heat anymore. Her cheeks were a furnace.

“Good dream?” Lisa took a mouthful of her cereal with utter relish.

Slamming the cap on her mug, Cora started to walk out with it. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”