The vague memory of Cora saying they were having problems hung heavily in her mind, tangled with the taste of tequila. From what she knew, married couples slipped in and out of good and bad. Her own parents had had patches in which Frazer had figured they’d separate. Especially when her mother had fallen pregnant, a miraculous ten years after her last child.

Who knew what went on in married couples’ lives?

Nothing Frazer wanted to know about, that was for sure.

Then she saw Cora a final time, and Frazer almost had a panic attack. She’d just wanted get her lunch from the staff room.

Yet, no.

The door opened easily, and Frazer had stepped inside before she stopped dead. Standing in the middle of the room, without a shirt, was Cora.

A moment of silence passed.

Cora’s mouth dropped open.

Frazer bit her lip.

Then spun as Cora quickly pulled a shirt down over her head and jerked the door closed so anyone in the hallway couldn’t see in. Frazer rolled her eyes upwards at herself. Good move. She really should say something.

“Shit—I’m so, so sorry,” Her heart was racing.

There had been a deep red bra. The tone of Cora’s skin was set off by the colour. Not that Frazer had noticed all that in the one second. Nor had she noticed the way Cora’s hips curved, or the soft roundness of her stomach.

Nope. None of that had been noticed.

“Frazer, it’s fine. It’s not like I have a gremlin in my shirt. You can turn back around.”

Slowly, Frazer turned, hoping the heat in her cheeks was just a sensation and they weren’t actually flaming red.

Cora shot her a shy smile. “Besides—I think you see more than that every day.”

“True.” Finally, Frazer managed a nonchalant grin. At least she hoped it was nonchalant. Now dressed in a black T-shirt, Cora picked up her bag, and Frazer tried to stop imagining her doing it in only that bra. She’d never looked at her before like this. God, how awkward. Clearly Frazer needed to go back out with her friends. Or go swimming. Something. “Uh…how are you?”

There was a reason she had come into this room, Frazer was sure. But now all she could think about was getting out of there. She stepped backwards, ready to flee, her hand nudging backwards blindly to pull the door open again.

“I’m good.” Cora dug out a clean pair of socks from her bag and started slipping them on. “Better now that I’m not covered in the vomit a kid managed to get all over me.”

That made Frazer pause. “Isn’t that the joy of social work? You avoid bodily fluids?”

“Wrong place, wrong time.” The face Cora made was priceless. “It’s not something I want to repeat.”

“You should try it with placenta.”

Eyes comically round, Cora shook her head so hard, her hair whipped around her face. “No, thank you. I’m fine.”

Even the thought of vomit and placenta wasn’t getting the image of that bra out of her head. “Well, glad you’re clean. I’m just, gonna…go.”