Rohan glanced at her, then back to the TV. He was wearing dark dress pants with a dark-gray dress shirt and light-gray tie and watching an old Hindi film he’d probably seen a thousand times. Darcy was sleeping, pressed up against Rohan’s leg. “Did you forget I was taking your father to the doctor today? He got dinner for you two on the way back here.”

“Of course I didn’t forget. Hopefully something healthy?”

“Salads.”

Kamila sat on the armchair and peeled off her shoes. Ah. Relief. She wiggled her toes, letting the circulation back in. “Oh, that feels good. Where’s Dad?”

“Napping.”

Kamila sat up straight. Why was he napping at this hour? That wasn’t a sign of trouble, was it? “Is he okay?” she asked. “What did the doctor say?”

Rohan shrugged. “He seemed fine. A little worn-out. I just drove him to the doctor, though—I didn’t go in. I assume he’ll have to wait for the results from the blood work, anyway.”

Kamila bit her lip. If the news was bad, he would have told Rohan, right? She wanted to talk to Dad so she could see how he really was herself, but she also wanted to let him rest if he was tired.

Rohan paused the movie and turned to look at Kamila. “We stopped in at Emerald to get some papers after the appointment. The place looks nothing like the last time I was there.”

“I’m going to take that as a compliment, because it used to look like an eighties basement.”

Rohan snorted.

She relaxed in her seat. She still wanted to take her dress off and put on some sweats, but she loved the way it looked with the lavender cardigan she was wearing with it, so it seemed a shame to change when there was company here. Even if it was just Rohan. She curled her feet under her, spreading her skirt over her knees. “Tell me honestly. Did he seem upset after the appointment?”

He shrugged. “Not really. We talked business on the way home. HNS and Emerald are both doing well, so your father is happy.”

HNS—or Hussain, Nasser, and Suleiman, as Dad still called it—was Dad’s first baby. He’d started the tax firm over thirty years ago with his two closest friends, Rohan’s father and Jana Suleiman’s father. Today, the firm was owned and operated by Rohan and his brother, Zayan, but Dad still owned 30 percent. Even though Dad was no longer involved with operations, he was still emotionally invested, and he counted on regular updates from Rohan on everything going on there. Emerald was technically a subsidiary of HNS, but Rohan and Zayan were completely hands-off with the smaller firm.