That was nice.

Look at them, getting along.

Poking Cora in the arm, Frazer asked, “You’re stubborn, aren’t you?”

“You’re competitive, aren’t you?” Cora met Frazer’s smug look with raised eyebrows.

“Got me there.”

“Well, I’m not that stubborn.”

“Sure you’re not.”

Apparently choosing to ignore her, Cora glanced at their empty shot glasses. “Another?”

“Shouldn’t you be getting home to your husband?”

Cora wrinkled her nose and looked exactly like Frazer’s four-year-old niece when she was told to go to bed. “Shouldn’t you be getting home to your, um, housemate?”

At Frazer’s shake of her head, Cora pursed her lips. “Partner?”

Another shake. “Cat?”

Another shake. “Fish!”

Frazer nodded. Cora fist-pumped. “Yes! Shouldn’t you be getting home to your fish?”

“My fish can cope without me.”

“So can my husband.”

“Okay.”

Two more shots appeared, and they clinked the glasses, liquor spilling over and making their fingers sticky. They’d forgone the lemon a couple of hours ago. Everything was pleasantly foggy, and Frazer was at the point of no return, where she no longer cared about how bad work was going to be tomorrow.

That was never a good point.

“Do you think Alec will approve everything we sent through?” Frazer hadn’t wanted to talk about work, but she needed to know.

Cora pursed her lips. “I really don’t know. He should. But I don’t know.”

Silence. Again.

“Want to know a secret?”

Those words made Frazer desperately want to say no, she didn’t want to know a secret. Secrets were bad and got people in to trouble. She’d never liked secrets.

“Um…”

“I told my husband I wanted to leave him tonight.”

In her current state, there was no way Frazer could stop her mouth from dropping open. Or her eyes going wide. She just stared at Cora, who stared at her glass.

Sure, she’d heard them arguing the day before in Cora’s office. But hell, Frazer argued with her fish sometimes. Everyone argued.

“Oh.”

“He didn’t take it well.”

“Oh.”

“I probably won’t leave him.”

“Oh.” Frazer wanted to kick herself. She needed to give back something more than that. “Okay.”

Something more than that too. What do you say to someone who says that? Especially someone you don’t really know? Especially someone who was married to your boss and who you kind of thought was hot? Hot and uptight and not at all Frazer’s type. Did she mention that the someone was her boss’ wife?

“I won’t, though. Leave him, I mean.”

Advice wasn’t always the best thing to give. Considering Frazer knew nothing of the situation or the people involved, it would be stupid to even try to give any. You could give what seemed like sound advice, but when the person chose to ignore it, that advice would come back and bite you in the ass. Marriage was a complicated subject involving two people completely committed, who went so far as to sign a document attesting to that fact.

And she’d heard the rumours of raised voices. Of how Cora had started out her job passionate and a little pushy—the only time people had said she was like that—and then slowly had disappeared into herself over the years.