Abby and Diana exchanged a glance. The rain drummed on the glass.
Diana laughed—a small, surprised sound. She gestured to the empty seat across from her. “Then sit. Darcy’s always late.” Abby winters darcy diana
Inside, the bell above the door chimed. Diana looked up. For a second, neither spoke. Abby and Diana exchanged a glance
Diana wasn't looking for anyone. She was reading a thick paperback, one leg tucked under her, her dark hair falling in a way that seemed rehearsed but wasn't. Abby's plan had been simple: meet Darcy, exchange a package, leave. But the rain had other ideas. one leg tucked under her
“Not yet,” Diana said. “But we’re about to.”