“What time is your date? Shouldn’t you be at home getting ready or something?”

She hops up from the stool and comes around to stand next to me, grabbing a cucumber and crunching on it. She’s still chewing when she answers.

“A couple of hours. I live five minutes away and it’ll only take me an hour, tops, to get ready. Why?” I feel her eyes on the side of my face. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”

Yes.

“No, of course not.”

“Wait a minute.” She steps closer, leaning in and taking a deep breath. “You smell like sex.” My mouth drops open, and I turn my head to her. “And men’s cologne.” She narrows her eyes in disgust. “Did you just come back from a booty call with Robert?”

“What?” I practically yell. “No!”

“Then why do you smell like raunchy sex and men’s cologne?”

“You’re delusional. I do not smell like that,” I deny, because what the hell else do I say? I certainly can’t tell her the truth.

“You sure as shit do.” She leans over and sniffs again, but I push her away from me.

“Stop.”

“Then admit it,” she demands.

I go back to fixing the chicken salad. “I’ll do no such thing. Robert and I aren’t even together anymore.”

“Since when?” she asks, her voice full of doubt.

“Since two weeks ago when I caught him in bed with Pamela Wiggins.”

“Are you serious?” she screeches, making me wince. “I knew he was an asshole. Didn’t I tell you he was an asshole?”

I give her a side eye as I pull out two pieces of bread. “Do me a favor and spare me the I told you so speech.”

“Fine.” She leans her hip on the counter and regards me. “So, who is he?”

I decide to play dumb to give me an extra minute to think. “Who’s who?”

Her eyes roll up then back down to me. “You know who, Camila. Who’s the guy?”

“None of your business,” I tell her as I drop a big spoonful of chicken salad on a piece of bread.

“Oh, come on. You can’t leave me hanging like this.”

I drop a couple slices of cucumber on the chicken salad then plop the other piece of bread on top. I bring my sandwich to my mouth and take a big bite before I answer.

“Yes, I can, and you’ll just have to deal with it. My lips are sealed.”

Her eyes turn mischievous. “At least tell me if it’s someone I know.”

“No.”

“No, it’s not someone I know? Or no, you aren’t telling me?”

I grab my water bottle from the counter and point the cap at her before I open it. “The second one.”

Her lips turn down into a pout. “You’re a bitch, you know that?”

I shrug. “And you’re a spoiled brat.”

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