This impulse to be closer to him, and not necessarily for sex…this was new. And troubling. She’d never felt like this before…for anyone. And she couldn’t feel this way for Rohan, of all people. She needed to put some distance between them. Maybe their close friendship was a bad idea.

He turned. “Oh, Kam, hi. I didn’t know you were there. Your dad is on the phone with Shelina upstairs.”

Kamila actually had to steady herself so her knees would hold after hearing his voice. Great. Now she was practically swooning. She put Darcy down and turned around to put the volume down on the speaker, mostly so Rohan wouldn’t see how red her face probably was. She closed her eyes a moment, and willed her body to turn off this errant response it was having.

Turning back to Rohan and smiling normally, she hoped, she put the bottle of prosecco on the dining table. “So, what’s Dad’s big secret, anyway?”

Now that she could see his face…Rohan looked uncomfortable. Clearly this whole estate-planning-over-champagne idea didn’t sit well with him, either. “This is just the final paperwork—”

“Kamila, beti, you’re home!” Dad came down the stairs. “Excellent. Shelina just called. She was supposed to be here for this because it involves her, too, but she couldn’t get away from the boys.” Dad went into the kitchen and poured a box of pasta into a pot of boiling water.

This wasn’t a conversation Kamila wanted to have right now. She didn’t want to talk about Dad dying. Not when he was doing so well.

But watching Dad stir his pasta, Kamila could see his lightness. He’d been like this since coming back from the hospital. His blood pressure was lower—he’d been testing it himself every morning. And he was happier than she’d seen him in a long time. Maybe Asha was right, and it was this estate planning that was making him feel better. Less anxious. If this was putting his mind at ease, then Kamila should be excited for him, not dreading the conversation. She was being selfish.

“You okay, Kam?” Rohan asked.

She could do this. Keep Dad from seeing how much she didn’t want to talk about this and keep Rohan from knowing that minutes ago she’d almost been knocked to the ground by a wave of intense attraction to him. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.