“Though scores of single females may mourn. Obviously I’ve been out of the loop. I didn’t
even know they were an item.”
“I guess it moved pretty quickly once it started.”
“I’m happy for them. Is it odd for you? I mean, Emma’s the next thing to a sister, and Jack’s
your closest friend.”
“I had a moment or two,” he admitted. “But they’re good together. Tell me about Barcelona.
I’ve never been there.”
“You need to go. The beaches, the food, the wine. The romance.” She smiled at him. “It’s in
the air.”
They were laughing, leaning across the table toward each other when Laurel came in. It
stopped her dead in her tracks, as if she’d walked into a glass wall—and she stood on the
wrong side of it.