Another night, another house, same man. That memory from the past was intertwined with another memory—the argument with her mother the next day. Mom saying Kamila was using Rohan. That he was too good for her. That he was only humoring her, and he’d never take someone like her seriously.

Then Dad standing up for her. Fighting with Mom. The accident.

Kamila put her hand on Rohan’s chest, stopping him. And she rolled out from beneath him.

Maybe nothing had changed since then. Maybe she was still using Rohan. She closed her eyes and rested her head back on the pillow.

That kiss seven years ago probably meant nothing except two horny friends taking advantage of an empty house. But the hours and hours of teasing through her feelings about the aftermath weren’t nothing. But this time was different, right? Her mother wasn’t here anymore. Kamila had changed.

But her father was in a hospital. Scared and sedated. And here was Kamila, making out with Rohan Nasser again.

She whispered, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m…This—” She located her shirt and fumbled it back on.

He put a hand on her cheek and looked at her tenderly. “Don’t apologize, Kam. We’re both tired and emotional.”

See? It didn’t mean anything. For either of them. “Okay.” Her voice cracked.

He pulled her close so her head was on his chest again, but this time it was bare. “Sleep, Kamila. We’ll deal with this later.” He kissed the top of her head.

She didn’t sleep. Not for a while. Instead, she focused on his heartbeat under hers and tried to figure out how to move on from this day.

She really didn’t know how.

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Kamila managed to get a few more hours of sleep but woke up shivering in the guest room. It was no wonder she was cold—Darcy wasn’t in her usual sleeping spot pressed against her legs. Also, the comforter in the spare room wasn’t nearly as cozy as her own down and high-thread-count duvet. And of course, the man she should definitely not be sleeping with, but was pretty sure she spent most of the night wrapped around, was no longer in bed with her, and he’d taken all his body heat with him.

She checked her phone. It was ten a.m. and she’d missed a call from her sister. She called her.

“Kam, good—you’re up. I’m at the hospital with Dad,” Shelina said.

Kamila frowned. “What? You came all the way from London?”

“It’s not like I live in London, England! London, Ontario, isn’t that far—of course we came. We had the nanny come early so Zayan and I could get on the road.”

Kamila sat up. “Okay, lemme get dressed. I’ll be there in a bit.”