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that promise, music was not what I had in mind.”
    “I know what you had in mind.” Megan pulled Kira onto her lap. Kira was starting to go gray, but she still had the body of a twenty-year-old marathon runner—a physique that was not Gwynne’s type, but that clearly was Megan’s. “If you’re going to call it a perk, it’s supposed to be for my benefit. You get too much out of it.”
    “Oh, you’ll benefit, all right,” Kira murmured, shifting on her lap.
    Gwynne squirmed and eyed the exit. Maybe they wouldn’t notice if she left?
    “No violin,” Megan said, pressing her lips to the back of her partner’s shoulder.
    “I liked her,” Kira said.
    “You’ll both like my harpist,” Gwynne said, jumping into the conversation to remind them she was still in the vicinity before things got out of hand.
    Megan turned to her politely as Kira slid off her lap. “Is she a hospital employee? Was she good?”
    Those were both relevant questions, but admitting she didn’t know precisely what the musician had been doing there, or what her harp sounded like, wasn’t going to help her cause. “Uh…”
    Megan looked at her sympathetically, probably assuming she’d triggered painful memories. “Sorry.”
    “No, it’s not that.” Gwynne had no idea why she was pushing for this. She was surprised she even remembered the harpist, considering how consumed she’d been by everything else going on, but there was something about her that had cut through the blind despair of those hours and imprinted itself on her memory. Something that made her want to see her again. And not just to apologize, although she wanted to do that too, because the apology she’d grumbled at the hospital had been totally inadequate. The harpist took it in stride, but that was because she was a good person. She had to have a good heart to work in a place full of people who were stressed and scared and not at their best. “You’re going to like her.”
    “Uh-oh.” Megan knew her too well.
    Kira looked at Megan, then back at Gwynne. “Are you saying you’ve never heard her play?”
    “I’m sure she’s good,” Gwynne said.
    “Jesus.” Kira paced over to the railing and back. “I can’t believe I’m trusting you to run my spa.”
    “Of course you trust me. I have excellent instincts,” Gwynne said.
    “It’s your years of experience with clients that I’m counting on.”
    “So, yay,” Megan said. “We get music.”
    Megan grabbed Kira and kissed her on the cheek. At least Gwynne thought it was her cheek. She was doing her best not to watch. When she figured it was safe to look up, the two had returned to separate seats.
    Kira looked a little dazed. “I need to run the numbers first.”
    Megan’s voice deepened. “I can help you with that.” From the light twinkling in her eyes, it looked like she was ready to “help” her right here on the table.
    Kira riveted her full attention on Megan. “I think that might be a good idea.”
    “Go ravish her in another room, please, where I don’t have to watch,” Gwynne said, pushing back from the table before things went any further. “I’ll be back later.”
    “No, wait,” Megan said.
    Gwynne left. On her way out she heard Kira say, “I thought it was my turn to ravish you. ”
    * * *
    Abby hesitated at the edge of the softball field and watched a dozen or so women joke with each other while they casually warmed up, twisting and bending at the waist and swinging their arms. It was a rare Saturday afternoon when she didn’t have a wedding to play, and she was determined to take advantage of it—get outside, do something different. She was always glad for the happy brides and grooms, and she appreciated the financial security of having so many paying gigs, but living through weekend after weekend celebrating heterosexual love couldn’t be one hundred percent healthy. It would be nice to spend at least one Saturday feeling like she was with her own kind.
    Not that she was a