“So am I,” Mia said. “I’ll talk to Kristin today.” That inkling of an idea she knew she was on the cusp of having had inched its way forward in her brain a little more. Even though, at that very moment, she couldn’t pay as much attention to it as she wanted, because she had to process the fact that she and Lou would be sitting at a table and discussing this together.

Chapter Thirteen

Lou had just taught her last class of the day, which Kristin, Sheryl, Caitlin, Jo, and Micky had all attended.

“Since the Pink Bean is not open late yet, we’d best go back to mine,” Caitlin said. “I have a fridge full of wine and a lovely balcony overlooking the city to drink it on. What do you say, girls?” Caitlin said.

Lou was tired and had planned an early night, but she’d heard so many tales of Caitlin’s fancy penthouse that her curiosity won out over her fatigue. Besides, she really liked Caitlin. She had a big personality and a mouth to match it. And she obviously made Jo very happy.

“Sure, but just the one,” Kristin said. “It’s a school night, after all.”

“And your better half has the early shift tomorrow,” Jo said to Caitlin.

“My better half is also twenty years younger than me, so she can take it,” Caitlin quipped. “How about you, Lou? Are you coming?”

“I would love to.”

Wet-haired from their showers, they all headed to Caitlin’s place. Micky fell into step next to Lou.

“I’ll text Robin that we’ll all be at Caitlin’s so she can come over if she has any energy left after CrossFit.” She looked at Lou. “And I’ll tell her not to bring Meredith.”

Micky had asked Lou all about her date with Meredith, and Lou had told her exactly how it had gone. After which Micky had told Lou she knew Meredith and her wouldn’t be a good fit. She should have spoken up when they were all huddled over Lou’s phone, getting overly excited by Tinder and its prospects, but she’d let herself get caught in the heat of the moment.

“Much appreciated,” Lou said, able to have a chuckle about it now.

“Have you got anymore internet dates lined up?” Micky asked.

“God no. After the last one… I’ve learned that looks are the most deceiving thing, especially on the internet.”

“I hear you,” Micky said. “And there will be no more dates with any of Robin’s colleagues or any banker for that matter.”

“Don’t you ever think Robin works too much?” Lou didn’t know where she got the audacity to ask, but she was very keen to learn the answer.