“Thanks.” With a wry grimace, Jane began to mop herself up. “And I’ve actually never had a martini.”
“That’s a crime against alcohol. Is this seat taken?”
Jane gave up dabbing at her face and soaked scrubs to look up at the woman who’d handed her the stack of napkins. Maybe late thirties, she was in yoga gear and had her brown hair up in a ponytail, her gray eyes behind boxy glasses. She wore a welcoming, warm smile that said she liked to talk.
And here was the thing. Jane liked to be lonely on her breaks. She looked forward to it, but she couldn’t be outright rude, so she nodded. Plus, she wasn’t going to lie: the fact that the woman’s tray was filled with desserts said they were probably soulmates.
The woman sat and reached for her own can of soda.
“I’d be care—” Jane started but gave up when that can blew up too.
The woman laughed as Jane got up and brought back more napkins. “Should’ve seen that coming,” she said ruefully.
Jane eyeballed the woman’s tray—all desserts—and had a hard time keeping her gaze off the stack of miniature lemon squares.
“Take them,” she said. “I’ve got my eyes on the big soft brownie anyway.”
Jane shook her head. “Oh, I couldn’t—”
Her new companion took the plate of mini lemon squares from her tray and set it on Jane’s. “For sharing your table.”
Jane was a lot of things, but she was not a person who turned down dessert. So she dug in. “Thanks.”
“Been a long shift?” the woman asked in sympathy.
“It turned into a double.”
“Damn. They always overwork the unsung heroes.”
Jane pretended not to hear this as she shoved in another lemon bite. She was always uncomfortable when someone thanked her for her work or referred to the job as being heroic. It was a job, and okay, yes, she loved it, but it was a paycheck.
Her table mate smiled. “My name’s Tess. I come here for lunch sometimes before picking up my daughter from the after-school program because it’s right across the street. Saves me some time, and also I like the food here. How about you?”
“Jane.” She took another lemon bite, then pictured Charlotte rolling her eyes at Jane being so miserly with words. So she sighed. Swallowed. “I’m a nurse at the urgent care clinic next door, and I come here during my breaks for the same reason. Plus I forgot to pack anything.”
“You must meet a lot of interesting people in your line of work.”
Jane thought about how she’d met Levi while hanging apparently seven hundred and fifty feet in the air and had to laugh a little. “Yeah.”
Tess smiled. “You look like you’ve got a good story to tell.”
Pleading the fifth, Jane stuffed in another bite.
“Sorry.” Tess sat back, looking embarrassed. “I’m a mom. It means I don’t have boundaries anymore. Plus I find myself asking everyone I run into about their relationships because mine just blew up in my face.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be. I was stupid.” Tess shook her head. “I let my soon-to-be ex-husband handle all our financial affairs, which means I don’t get to be surprised he ran away with the babysitter and all our money.”
“That’s awful,” Jane said in genuine sympathy. “Men suck.” She had a quick flashback to Levi moving to protect her with his entire body as their gondola thrashed about in the wind like a toy. How he’d coaxed her into the new experience of rock climbing. And then given her the discount for the jacket for Charlotte’s birthday, saying it was the least he could do for his pretend girlfriend saving his life. “Well, maybe they don’t all suck,” she corrected.