Back at work, Andrea lasted exactly twelve hours before she called Mindy. She'd tried to play it cool, tell herself it was just a work trip. That Paris didn't mean anything.

But by Thursday afternoon, sitting at her desk and staring at the email Henry had sent with hotel details and meeting schedules, she couldn't take it anymore.

She pulled out her phone.

Andrea: are you free to talk?

Mindy: always. what's wrong?

Andrea: can I call you?

Mindy: yes! calling you now

Her phone buzzed seconds later. She grabbed it and headed to the women's restroom, locking herself in a stall.

"Okay," Mindy said the moment Andrea answered. "What...