“Jane Quinn.” Caitlin threw an arm around Josephine’s shoulders. “Are you responsible for getting my girlfriend drunk? Or is it Mia I need to have a word with?”

“I missed dinner,” Josephine said. “I was hoping there would be snacks.”

“We can’t have people munching on crisps while I’m doing a reading.” Caitlin turned to Josephine.

“I’m sure Mia or Taylor can fix you up with something,” Jane said. “Or at least make you a strong cup of coffee.”

“A Pink Bean coffee I don’t have to make myself. That will be the day,” Josephine said, shook herself free from Caitlin’s embrace, and ambled to the coffee counter on the other side of the shop.

Both Jane and Caitlin followed Josephine with their eyes. Jane’s glance fell on Annie, who was chatting to Kristin.

“They look very chummy,” Caitlin said, then headed in Josephine’s direction.

Chummy? Jane fixed her gaze on Annie and Kristin again. She couldn’t imagine Kristin being chummy with anyone. Sure, Annie and Kristin worked together, but they weren’t exactly colleagues who shared an office every day of the week. There was something about the way they stood there together, however, and in the tone Caitlin had used when she said chummy that made Jane watch them a little longer.

They looked as if they were chatting about how the night had gone. Annie was doing most of the talking. Kristin was mostly listening and nodding. They stood, perhaps, a little too close together for their conversation just to be about business. Then again, both Kristin and Annie’s businesses were a large part of their private lives.

Jane moved a little closer, to see if she could draw Annie’s attention away from whatever she was doing just by moving about in the same room. It used to be a game they played. Partly born out of extreme romanticism and partly out of Annie’s protectiveness of Jane when they were in social situations. Annie always made a point of checking, even just from the corner of her eye, whether Jane was doing all right—whether she hadn’t had her fill of small talk yet.

It was late and the shop was almost empty. Caitlin and Josephine were talking to Taylor near the counter. Mia and Lou were clearing away the last of the empty coffee cups. Sheryl sat on a chair in the corner gazing intently at her phone.