Reena rolled her eyes. “I’m not marrying anyone my parents choose, no matter how sexy his accent. They’re already way too involved in my life as is! I’d very much like to pick my own husband. Plus, the man’s a mystery! He’s not even from England, but only went to university there. I think he’s a player. All flirty and charming—”

“You have an issue with him flirting with the woman he is supposed to marry?” Marley asked.

“Yes, because he didn’t know who I was then. He practically cheated on me. With me!”

Marley laughed. “I met him yesterday when I took out my recycling,” she said. “He seemed perfectly respectable. Nice suit, too. Topshop, I think.”

Reena poked a fingernail into the crust of her bread. She didn’t want to talk about Nadim anymore. She wanted to ignore the awkward fact that he lived too close to avoid. She took a bite, relishing the sensation of the acidic fruit cutting through the creamy cheese. The sourdough flavor was there, but this wasn’t her best bread. She had been distracted and overproofed the loaf last night, resulting in less caramelization on the crust. Oh well, lesson learned—don’t get sucked down the rabbit hole of looking at bread-baking courses online while actually baking bread.

“What’s going on with you? You still seeing that Celeste girl?” Reena asked Marley.

“Technically,” she said. “but not really. She’s been working nights all week and I’m on the early shift.”

“They’ve mastered simultaneous orgasms on the phone, though. So, there’s that,” Shayne said matter-of-factly before sipping his drink.

“Shayne!” Marley said, before falling back on her seat in a fit of giggles. Beer always affected Marley this way, and Reena found it adorable. She couldn’t believe she had once found her cousin cold and distant.

“Hey, this is a no-secrets zone.” Shayne smiled. “I also have some promising prospects for regular simultaneous orgasms. I hooked up last night. Anderson Lin. What a name, right? And he always goes by Anderson, never Andy. Oh, and Reena, you’ll love this, he works at FoodTV.”

Reena sat up straight. “Really? Can he introduce me to the Barefoot Contessa?”

Shayne laughed. “Unlikely. He’s a mere production assistant, and this isn’t the Hamptons. Anderson is young.” Shayne sighed happily. “I love them fresh out of college. So pure.”

“You shouldn’t just be meeting TV chefs, Reena, you should be one,” Marley said. “I can’t get over how good your stuff is. And you teach so well—my aloo gobi would be nothing without you.”

Shayne smiled. “Anderson did mention a search or contest or something they’re doing for new talent. I didn’t get the details because that’s when I noticed he had the tiniest earlobes I’d ever seen. Seriously, they were like little Tic Tacs attached to his ears. I half expected them to be peppermint flavored, but sadly …no.”

Reena snort-laughed before taking a long sip of beer. “You’re a doll, Shayne, and I’m happy you have some tasty lobes to suck on, but I have no interest in cooking on TV.”