“Ras!” Brill rose and embraced him, but Rita froze in the doorway, eyes wide. “Angie?” She said it on a rising note, almost a question, as the other woman shot up out of her seat and opened her arms. “Oh god Rita,” Angie grabbed her and held her close. “You’re okay? Really?” Angie stared at her anxiously. “Hey, I’m not the one who’s been LARPing spy games in Berlin—!” “—No, you’re the one who’s been locked up in New London! Come here, you.” Angie hugged her again, then kissed her hard. “I was so worried—”
