Three days had passed since the twilight beach walk, and Lily had spent every one of them carrying the memory of Jane’s almost-kiss like a live ember beneath her tailored suits. In the office, she was flawless. Her voice calm and cutting, posture immaculate, every point perfectly made. Colleagues complimented the stunning argument she put forward to her Senior Partner in her research for the Morrison case; the judge comme...

The café was quiet enough that every small sound felt intimate: the hush of waves beyond the open windows, the low hum of classic vibes from hidden speakers, the soft hiss and whirr of the espresso machine. Late-summer light slanted through the windows in thick golden beams, turning the salt air a little hazy and warm. Jane stepped inside, the bell above the door giving a gentle, familiar chime. She had come straight from...