The noise of the wheels retracting made Frazer jump, and the plane started to level out, Frazer’s grip loosening as it did so. She finally opened her eyes to see Cora still twisted around to watch her with a gentle look on her face, as if to make sure that the minute Frazer opened her eyes she would know Cora was there.

Cora nodded as if Frazer hadn’t just panicked in a way she’d never seen. “Excellent. The beach. Clearly that means we need to go south of the river.”

Frazer widened her eyes and stared at her. “South?”

Cora blinked. “Yeah. South. Why would we want to stay north of the river?”

“Oh my God.” Frazer stared at her. “I’m in love with one of those people that think the south of the river is better.”

“Because it is.”

“But you live north.”

Cora snorted, something she rarely did. Frazer normally found it endearing. Not right now, however. Right now, she felt scared. Okay, scared was exaggerating, but she did need the distraction.

“Give me one reason it’s better,” Cora said.

Her eyebrows were raised like they always were when she was waiting for an answer she knew would be unsatisfactory.

“Okay, it’s close to the city.” Frazer said, patting herself on the back.

“Oh, please. With traffic, it takes just as long.” Cora settled back against the seat, arms crossed.

“Scarborough Beach.”

“Leighton Beach.”

Damn. “Uh—there’s better nightlife in the north.”

“When do we ever go out anymore?”

She had Frazer there. They had the odd drink out with friends, but there were great bars for that everywhere. “Oh!” she tried. “I meant restaurants.”

“You did not, you just thought of that. But,” Cora held up a hand to ward of Frazer’s defence, “I concede a point.”

Jutting her chin out, Frazer grinned. “As you should.”

“But I’ll win.”

Frazer rolled her eyes. “Will not.”

“Fremantle.”

Damn again.

“Fine. True. Ten points, you win.” Frazer sighed heavily. “But it’ll be a much longer drive to work.”

“But so pretty…” Cora was grinning triumphantly.

“True.”

Their hands interlocked. Cora’s smile softened. “We’re going to do this?”

“Looks like.”

“Do what?”

Frazer jumped, turning in her seat to glare at Jemma, who was hanging off the back of the, thankfully empty, chair next to Frazer. She flashed a grin. “Bit jumpy there, Sis.”

Frazer narrowed her eyes. “I’m in a plane thousands of metres in the air. It’s not normal to not be jumpy. Go put your seatbelt back on.”

Cora snorted again, and Frazer ignored her.

“Whatever. Meg sent me over to remind you, once more, that you have to collect your luggage at the stopover because something happened and it won’t get transferred to the next flight and… What are you going to do?”