Falling for My Enemy (Dirty Martini Running Club, #2)

by Claire Kingsley

Nora started making another gin and tonic. “Have a seat, Soph. I know Everly isn’t here, but I have her blessing. I think it’s time we extend the circle of trust.” Sophie slowly lowered herself into the armchair next to the couch. “Circle of trust?” I knew, without reservation, that Nora was right. Everly, Nora, and I had been a tight-knit group for years, and the circle of trust was the cornerstone of our friendship. Sophie fit in with us like a puzzle piece we hadn’t realized was missing. “I agree.” I put my drink down and extended my arms to clasp each of their hands, forming a circle. “The circle of trust is sacred,” Nora said. “What we share in the circle stays in the circle.” “And it’s a no judgment space,” I added. “Mostly,” Nora said. “If one of us is being an idiot, I’m going to be honest about it. And I expect you all to do the same for me.” “Fair point.” Sophie held our hands and nibbled on her bottom lip. “I don’t know what to say. This feels like such an important moment.” “It is.” Nora squeezed, then let go. She dropped a slice of lime into Sophie’s drink and handed it to her. “Okay, Hazel. Circle of trust. Tell us everything.”