“You know this was a setup, right?”
“I don’t need any signposts to figure that out,” Nika managed to respond to Gail, though she was still unable to move from the galley’s threshold. Courtesy was all that held her in place against the sound tactic of beating a hasty retreat.
“Well, I’ve got news for you,” Gail’s voice remained calm and polite as if she knew how close Nika was to running. “Just don’t tell our menfolk.”
“What’s that?” Cookie production had stopped and all four of the women were looking at her as she stood like a mannequin clutching her tray of untouched food.
“We are completely on your side, not theirs. So, no pressure from us.”
Nika carefully checked the others’ eyes and saw that Gail had spoken nothing but truth.
At Nika’s tentative smile, Trisha piped up, “Wouldn’t
