“How’s work?” he asked, setting his wine glass down on the table and straightening the crease in the tablecloth.

She quirked an eyebrow at him. “You don’t know?”

“Know what?”

“I had to terminate my contract early,” she said, her eyes dropping to where her own hands were fiddling with the cutlery. “I was sure Natalie would have told you. She wasn’t exactly happy with me.” That was an understatement. That woman was scary. Emma’s ears still ...