Emma blew the steam from her tea before taking a tentative sip. “I realized something else tonight,” she said, not looking at Zoë. “I’m in love with Jake.”

Emma looked up to gauge Zoë’s reaction and got an eye roll for her trouble.

“Like that was a surprise,” Zoë said.

“What?”

“Oh come on, Wills. You came back from overseas with this—” she waved her fingers around in front of Emma’s face, “—glow about you. And all those ‘late ...