But even though Kamila lost the hookup buddy, and any respect she had for Jana Suleiman, she decided not to tell anyone the truth about it. Jana was heading to Oxford in the fall, and the last thing Kamila wanted was for something to jeopardize her nemesis’s school admission. Kamila preferred Jana on another continent.

Kamila didn’t want to talk or think about Jana anymore. She shook her head while mounding the leaves in a pile. It wasn’t working; Darcy was diving in and destroying her progress the moment she had more than three leaves assembled. “Darcy! Can you not?”

“How is your kitchen?” Asha asked.

“The kitchen’s fine. The toaster is…toast. Rohan put the fire out before any other damage.”

“Thank goodness Rohan was there.”

“Yes, yes.” She waved her hand. “Super Rohan saving the day, like always,” she said with plenty of sarcasm in her voice. “I could have dealt with it. I know where the fire extinguisher is. But whatevs. Anyway, a new toaster will be delivered tomorrow. I got a turquoise one this time. Do you think it will work with the brass fixtures? Or should I—”

“He’s over a lot lately,” Asha interrupted.

Kamila gave up and lifted Darcy out of the leaves. “Who?”

“Rohan.”

“Yeah, of course he is. He loves Bollywood, and he and Dad talk business after breakfast every Saturday.” Dad pretty much ran the show at Emerald, but it was technically a subsidiary of Rohan’s company. And Dad still had a minority share in that company.

“I just hope it’s not because he’s lonely, but yeah, I think that man is into Bollywood even more than Nicole. Did I tell you I caught her reading the Times of India gossip pages?”

Kamila flashed a satisfied smile. “You two have the perfect marriage. I did really well there.”

“Do I get any credit for the success of my marriage?”

Kamila beamed, shaking her head. “Nope. It’s all on me. I have a gift, you know.”

Asha laughed, reaching to pull Lizzy out of the leaves. “You should set up Rohan with someone next.”

What? That was an utterly ridiculous idea. Kamila picked more leaves off Darcy’s sweater. “Why would I set Rohan up with anyone?”

“C’mon. All alone in his gilded cage? He’s clearly craving company. He should at least get a dog.”

“Rohan’s not a dog person. He had a cat, but his ex-wife took it in their divorce settlement.” Kamila clipped Darcy’s designer leash to her purple studded leather collar. “And a King Street penthouse is hardly a gilded cage. Although…” She frowned. “I haven’t actually seen his condo. Holy cheese crackers, do you think his place is actually gold? I mean…he is an uptight finance lawyerly type. Oh my god, do you think it’s all like Trump Towers–esque?”

“Hold your tongue, Kamila. You’re technically a finance type, too.”