Nicole looked at Kamila. “I don’t really understand what went down with you and Rohan. You claim he never saw you that way, but yet he told you what cranked his shaft, so to speak?”

“He doesn’t see me that way.”

“Sure, he does,” Asha said. “Did you forget the second-base incident?”

“What’s second base again?” Nicole asked. “I haven’t been sixteen in a long time.”

Asha giggled. “Remember this morning when we woke up and you—”

“Can we not right now?” Kamila said, pointing to the movie. “Oh. I think these two just found second base.”

The scraps of sari still wrapped around the actress were now completely plastered to her wet body, and the actor’s lips seemed to be enjoying her damp skin. Kamila wondered if she’d ever see Rohan turn pink watching a wet sari again.

There was a knock on the door. “That had better not be him,” Kamila said.

“I’ll get it.” Asha stood. “Want me to get rid of him if it’s Rohan?”

“Yes, please.” The rain scene was over anyway, so there was nothing for him here. “Anil too. And Dane. No male-identifying humans allowed! Dogs are okay.”

Asha opened the door.

It was a pretty small house, so Kamila could hear what sounded like a feminine voice. Kamila shouted out to Asha. “If it’s a woman or a nonbinary person, invite them in! There’s plenty of ice cream! There’s wine somewhere, too!”

The person who walked into the living room really shouldn’t be drinking wine, though. Jana Suleiman.

Kamila tried not to narrow her eyes menacingly, but old habits died hard. “Hello, Jana.”

“My mother saw me sneaking out of the house, so she insisted I bring you some biryani on my way,” Jana said, holding out a Saran-wrapped plate.

“Oh.” Kamila said, eyeing it. “We weren’t supposed to be doing the biryani thing tonight.” Homemade was better than store-bought, though. And biryani was probably the only food that Kamila could never get tired of eating. She took the plate. “Too bad there’s no biryani ice cream. That would have worked with tonight’s theme.”

Asha cringed. “Ew. I hate fusion biryani.”

Kamila put the biryani on the dining table and looked at Jana. This was the first time Kamila had seen Jana since finding out she was pregnant, and to be honest, Kamila couldn’t believe she hadn’t figured it out earlier. Jana had been wearing baggy pants and tops since coming back to town, and she had ridiculously glowing skin. Because of course perfect Jana would even do pregnancy perfectly.

“Where were you sneaking out to?” Maybe to see her baby’s father?

“Just a café. Mom’s having her card party, and I needed to escape the judging aunties and uncles.”