But then those hands that had gripped her pushed her away, and Cora stumbled backwards.

Frazer shook her head at her, jaw set.

For more than a second, Frazer had responded to her. She’d kissed Cora back.

“You don’t get to just kiss me whenever you feel like it, Cora. You don’t get to tell me to leave you alone, then kiss me.”

And then Frazer whirled and yanked the door open, slamming it behind her.

Frazer was mad.

And Cora was really into women. One woman in particular.

A woman who was really, really mad at her.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Frazer was beyond angry.

She was furious.

She had spent a good week being Zen and being calm and being okay with Cora telling her to, basically, get lost.

For a week, she had ignored the weird eyes Cora had sent her. Had spoken with Lauren, and discovered they got along quite well. Friendships were good. Real ones, where she didn’t spend her time wondering when they’d next stumble into an office, kicking shoes off and fumbling with zippers. Frazer spent time with her annoying sister and had dinner with her friends. She threw herself into her programme, taking on another client to mentor. With two for herself, she was regularly making contact and being free for them to contact her. Plus, she’d opened up times in the evening to do information sessions and organise a Parenting Skills night, where anyone could come for free to get basics and ask questions that seemed stupid but really, really weren’t.

There had been fifteen people, more than she had thought there would be, most of them in their teens. There were a few older ones as well, women in shelters without much support, one woman a recovered narcotic addict who was getting back on her feet but looked so knocked down.

Keeping herself busy had been easy. Her friends were happy to have her back, and Jemma often just lay on Frazer’s couch with her and poked her in the leg. She made sure Frazer was distracted.

It had been nice.

So how dare Cora?

And kiss her? Like Frazer would be happy to go back to being her sex buddy now that she was getting a rumoured divorce.

At the cafeteria table, Lauren had snorted and said, “She’s looking at you like she wants to eat you.”

Frazer had turned around to see Cora’s gaze on her, open and hungry.

How dare she.

But now, Frazer needed to calm down. She had a weekly check-up with Jack and needed to get through that, then go the hell home. Or to a bar. Or somewhere. Not a bar, because alcohol and her needed to stop being a thing. Whatever she did, Frazer needed to forget the burn of Cora’s lips and the gaze that followed her everywhere.