Eleanor narrowed her eyes.

“What text message?”

“The one explaining why you couldn’t make the flight,” I said.

“It came four minutes after the deadline I gave you.”

Derek shrugged without looking up from his screen.

“She was buying my plane tickets to the Kappa Sigma alumni weekend in Atlanta, Sarah.

She was on the phone with the travel agent booking my seat while she typed your excuse.”

The lounge went quiet except for the low rumble of an ice machine behind the oak bar.