Rohan was cracking eggs into a bubbling red sauce. She watched him awhile, the scent of the coffee in her hand soothing her sour mood. Or maybe it was the smell of the rich, spiced tomato sauce. Was this a peace offering? Did he know her self-esteem had been fed through a wood chipper last night?

“What are you making?”

“Shakshuka,” Rohan said.

“Bless you,” she responded.

“It’s a Tunisian breakfast dish. Not a sneeze.”

Kamila rolled her eyes. “I know what shakshuka is. I was making a joke.”

“Oh. Can you slice the bread? It’s on the table.”

She fetched the loaf and grabbed her bread knife. The bread was high-quality multigrain, with a crisp crust and tender crumb.

“Where did this come from?” she asked.

“I ran out to the bakery early. It’s whole grain, so, good for your father. We can show your dad that healthy breakfasts can be full of flavor. And not on fire.”

She decided not to take the bait of his teasing. “Did you know he got his test results yesterday?” she asked.

He shook his head. “Not until Jana mentioned it. I figured we could ambush him together with this meal.”

Kamila looked over at him as he covered his pot of sauce. He was the same. Kind, caring, and teasing her. Acting as a united front in caring for Dad. This breakfast was Rohan being Rohan. Taking care of them.

Was that why he’d gone to see Jana before the movie? Just Rohan being kind to another old friend? Or was Tim’s suspicion true, and Rohan had caught feelings for the most flawless person in their families’ social circle? It made sense—Jana was beautiful, brilliant, and (puke) accomplished. Rohan was smart, handsome, and successful. And now legally single—which he hadn’t been the last time Jana was here.

Fancy people, as Tim put it. As a person with a matchmaking hobby, the potential match was undeniable.

But Jana was cold. Reserved. Kamila couldn’t imagine her intensely into anyone. And despite Rohan’s cool-as-a-cucumber corporate persona, Kamila happened to know he had a bit of a wild side. There was some serious passion under those designer suits. He liked his movies steamy, and he could make someone’s toes curl with one touch. And he kissed with his whole body. Kamila had seen that side of him once. But that was a long time ago, and she didn’t like to think about it too much. For reasons.

No. Rohan would be wasted on someone like Jana.

“Don’t bother toasting the bread,” he said, smirking. “Let’s not risk your shiny new toaster, eh?”

“Smart bum.”

He snorted. “Your dad’s not even here. You’re allowed to swear in front of me.”

She gave him a pointed look. “You realize I don’t swear in front of anyone, right?”