“Really.” Frazer’s cheeks were hurting from trying to repress her grin. Moments like this were when she really loved her sister.

“Well, why didn’t you do that before?”

“I liked my job at the hospital. Plus, it was security. I always had the vague idea I’d take it to a bigger scale one day, but I wanted the safety of a full-time job. Plus, the resources there made it a lot easier.”

“What’s a child health nurse do, anyway?”

“They work with kids in the community, from birth to four years. The idea is I’ll be tying all of this with the programme. Some patients will be normal paying patients, subject to the private billing rates, while the others will be paid for by the programme. With working as a private midwife, I can ensure some extra money in my pockets.”

“So you haven’t just been sitting in your pyjamas staring at your fish?”

“Really not.” Frazer loved proving her sister wrong, although for once, Jemma didn’t sound all that disappointed. “There’s so much paperwork to clear, licenses to apply for. I have to prove my qualifications. Now that I know I have enough money, I’ve been looking at locations.”

Cross-legged on the couch, Jemma shook her head in disbelief. “You’re awesome, you know that?”

Fraser didn’t quite feel that way. “Why? I quit my job after having an affair and realising working with both the woman and the husband was a stupid idea.”

With a theatrical wince, Jemma said, “Okay, that wasn’t so awesome. But this whole programme thing is going to be.”

“I hope so.”

It was actually mildly terrifying. Sink or swim. And Frazer had been doing a lot of sinking lately.

“Frazer?”

“Yeah?”

“How do you know that it couldn’t go anywhere with Cora? I mean, you know she’s interested now… She told you as much. And you walked away?”

Flicking her nails against her glass, Frazer sighed. “How could we actually have a relationship—in that hospital, working with her husband?”

“She’s getting divorced.”

“Yeah, and they’ve been separated for all of a couple of weeks… It wouldn’t be healthy.”

Jemma was watching her carefully. Too carefully. “Okay. I get it.”

The words had been prepared on her tongue to defend herself, and Frazer had to swallow them back. “Really?”

“Yup, really. You’re completely right. She’s in a mess right now, you’re in a bit of one, and what could end up great will probably only end terribly.” Jemma rolled her eyes. “What can I say? You’re way more mature than me.”

Frazer snorted. “Yeah, my decisions have been so mature lately.”

“Shut up, big sis. Everyone makes mistakes.”

Frazer’s eyes trained onto her aquarium, as they always did when she was thinking. “I know.”

“Good.”