Her friend waited until the husbands went to look for parking. Then she leaned across the table, tapped one nail against her glass, and said, “You enjoy this more than you admit.”

There was no clean comeback. The evidence was sitting everywhere. The dress chosen to interrupt the room. The coworker story told like it was nothing. The vacation picture posted after midnight, then called random. Even her eye roll had gotten lazy, too slow to be convincing.

She looked down at the menu and laughed once. “Stop.”

But she smiled when she said it, and her friend saw that too.