“I’m just the harbinger of information.” Greta raised one thin eyebrow. “Hope it was worth interrupting your private time.”
Joan’s phone chimed with an incoming text. “Probably Mark,” she said, reaching for it. “He needs to know about this.”
Sadie caughtZas the contact. Definitely not Mark.
Emergency meeting at HQ. Ward will let you in.
Zee had sent it to Mark and Perry, too. Oh, no. Now what?
Joan typed a quick reply:
Should we bring our suits?
Three dots appeared, then disappeared. Then reappeared.
Leave them for now.
Greta walked toward them. “What’s he want?”
Joan quickly clicked her phone off. “He wants me to come over.”
“Want me to go with?”
“Nah,” she said. “It’s about this week’s menus.”
Ooh, Joan just lied to her best friend. Though she had to, right? She couldn’t tell Greta she was meeting with the Supers, both to protect her thieving pal and from letting Greta know they’d worked together again. Greta had not reacted well to that happening before.
Greta turned her sharp gaze onto Sadie. “We could hang out.”
“Oh, thanks, but…”
“Good idea,” Joan said.
Sadie raised her eyebrows.
“I’d feel better knowing you’re together now that fucking Big Quake is back.”
Sadie scrunched her brows likeAre you sure?
Joan gave her a look that saidI trust both of you.
She did trust Greta. Sadie supposed she had to trust her, too.
“Thanks for telling me, Grets,” Joan said. “I’ll tell Mark and Per.”
“Keep your head on a swivel,” Greta said. “I don’t know what this means for you.”
Heading for the bedroom, Joan said, “Yeah, we’ll have to talk more later.”
Sadie followed her, muttering, “Oh boy, do you have to tell her some things.”
“Not now,” Joan muttered back.
In the safety of their cozy bedroom, Sadie opened her mouth to ask if Joan thought this emergency meeting was about Big Quake. Only Joan pulled off her tank top and revealed the breasts that Sadie was now being denied. Her clit throbbed in agony.
“Please find a speedy resolution so we can pick up where we left off,” she said.
“Nothing I want more, sweetheart.”
