Just the thought of getting up close and personal with a dude made Kelly shudder.

She’d never questioned if she was gay or not. She’d known it from a very young age. It was as much a part of her makeup as her brown hair and blue eyes.

As astute as ever, Nicole pierced Kelly with a no-nonsense glare. “Spill, girlfriend, and I don’t mean your wine.”

Like someone flipping a switch, Kelly went from relaxed to anxious. She took a sip of wine then placed her glass on the chairside table.

“The café is being audited at the mo.”

Nicole gave her a single nod.

“Turns out, the auditor is Lucy.” The events of the day crashed into Kelly with an intensity so fierce, she could barely think straight. “I don’t know what to do, Nic. I think she’s the one.”

“Naw, I’m happy for you. She’s sexy and has a great sense of humour.”

Irritation prickled under Kelly’s skin. Not with Nicole, but for not being able to articulate herself better.

Taking a deep breath, Kelly tried again. “No silly, not the one one. But the one.”

A deep frown creased Nicole’s forehead. “In English, please.”

Embarrassment washed over Kelly as fresh as the morning after that fateful night. Not trusting her voice, Kelly cleared her throat. “The mystery woman.”

A large O formed on Nicole’s lips just before the word tumbled out. “Oh, the one from Paula’s party. The woman you stuffed her…”

“Yes.” Kelly cut Nicole off as if not hearing the words would reduce the severity of what she’d done.

Which was as stupid as burying her head in the sand. Sooner or later she’d have to come up for air and face facts.

The sip of wine soured in Kelly’s stomach.

Compassion shone in Nicole’s eyes. “Back up the bus.” She held up a hand.

The words transported Kelly back to the morning after, and a cold shiver tingled up her spine.

“Tell me more. What makes you suspect it was Lucy?”

Thinking back over the bizarre day, Kelly gave Nicole a quick summary of her interactions with Lucy.

“She made this random comment about dreams being so vivid they seem real.”

“What’s random about that? Holy shit.” Nicole’s voice rose in pitch. “The other night I dreamed I banged my boss. He’s hot and all but I’d never want to do the dirty with him.”

Kelly snickered.

“I woke up in a panic, my heart was racing and everything. It took me a minute to orientate myself and realize I’d been dreaming.” Nicole’s cheeks turned pink. “The next day, I couldn’t look my boss in the eye.” Her hand flew to her mouth. “Shit, don’t tell Steve.”

Right on cue, there was a single knock on the door and the man himself skulked into the flat.