A tender, witty, and surprisingly steamy story about long marriages, small temptations, and choosing each other again and again.
Annie has spent twenty years loving her wife. She knows every expression on Jane’s face, can tell time by the beats of their quiet, book-lined life. Then the Pink Bean moves in downstairs—along with its owner. Kristin is cool, composed, and exactly the kind of person Annie has no business thinking about. She is happily married. And yet she’s started brushing her hair before eleven…
Meanwhile, Jane is upstairs trying to unstick a sentence in her latest novel and pretending not to notice anything has changed. She and Annie have survived worse. But this time there is no crisis, just something she can’t quite place, humming beneath the surface of their ordinary life. Twenty years is a long time to love someone, but is it long enough to know what to do when the rhythm of their marriage is under threat?
