Nish accepted the glass of whiskey happily, taking a sip as she sat down at the bar. "Ohh, yeah," she said with a dismissive wave and a wry grin. "It's just..." she sighed, debating whether or not to go into it, and finally deciding. They were friends, sort of, and she'd never gone into details with her about Rafe, especially not what he did for a living, just generalities.
"Valentine's day, Jay," she said, chewing on her lip. "I never gave a shit about it before, but..." she took another sip. "He's working. I told him I didn't care, but..." It bothered her how much this bothered her. It wasn't at all what she'd wanted, but she couldn't stop feeling it. 'So much for not giving power over your heart to another man,' the voice chided, and she sighed into her glass.