Frazer shut her mouth. This was ridiculous. Of course she didn’t care that Meg was a girl. In fact, those words were ones Frazer had muttered over a hundred times. “Okay, it doesn’t matter. I’m just surprised.” Frazer’s eyes widened. “Oh, shit. Mum’s going to blame me.”

Jemma rolled her eyes. “Probably. At least there’s two of us?” She winked at Frazer and between them, Meg chuckled.

Frazer turned to stare at her, and the woman smiled.

“Sorry,” Meg said hurriedly, “it’s just, my brother came out at the dinner table, and I just followed by saying that since it was a theme, so was I. My dad dropped his water.”

“Awkward family dinner.” Frazer said.

Meg passed her a menu. “Yeah it was. But they got over it.”

Frazer took it. “Good to hear. It really is nice to meet you… Sorry.”

“No worries.”

Jemma puffed her chest out. “I knew you two would get along.”

Only by a tiny bit, Frazer managed to resist hitting her.

They ordered plates to share, enough to leave leftovers to take home. It was strange to sit with her little sister and a girlfriend. Her sister had never really dated, had never really brought anyone around for Frazer to meet. She’d wondered if her sister was just picky…or slow. Or preferred casual to serious. Or just wasn’t interested.

And here was a woman just over ten years older than her baby sister. A woman who had been an authority figure. Should she be worried? Okay, so her sister wasn’t a fifteen-year-old minor but twenty-five. And the age gap really wasn’t a big deal at their age. But…it was her baby sister. So what if Meg seemed absolutely lovely?

Frazer gave her a long look. She really was incredibly nice.

Frazer hated that.

Over korma and naan bread that practically melted in Frazer’s mouth, Jemma looked across at her and asked, “So how’s Cora?”

Frazer almost dropped her fork. Her eyes flickered to Meg, who chewed slowly and conveniently stared at her plate. Frazer did not want to talk about Cora. Or even think about Cora, with her stupid pretty eyes and skin that was smoother than anything.

Who was infuriating and had told Frazer to leave her alone.

“Um, fine.”

“Yeah, but have you spoken to her?” Jemma just kept on going. Why couldn’t her parents have just bought Frazer and her brother a puppy like they’d asked all those years ago? She kind of hoped now that Meg was terrible in bed.

“No, not really.”

As if Frazer felt like opening up about her poor choices and her love life drama to apparently newly-gay Jemma’s perfect girlfriend.

“Meg knows everything anyway, Frazer.”