Chapters (40)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Recipes
- Starry Fuzzy Fizz
- Acknowledgments
- Discover More
- Author’s Note
- About the Author
- Also by Farah Heron
- Praise for Farah Heron
“Fine. I’ll look into what needs to be done to move everything.” She took an angry bite of her matcha croissant, which was irritatingly perfect. She was in a mildly foul mood again now that she wasn’t in contact with puppies anymore. The buttery croissant should have cheered her up, though.
“Oh, Kamila,” Asha said, “did Danielle talk to you about the Dogapalooza fashion show? She wants you to emcee.”
Danielle was one of the other shelter volunteers. “When is that?” Kamila asked.
“Saturday afternoon, I think. I haven’t seen the finalized schedule.”
Kamila blew out a puff of air. People sure loved to volunteer her for things. “Sure. Whatever.”
“Someone’s grumpy today,” Tim said. “Distraught over the departure of your little boy toy?”
“What? No.” Kamila quite honestly hadn’t thought of Ernesto once since he’d left last week. She’d assumed she wouldn’t miss his presence in her life, and thankfully, she’d been right. “He wasn’t a boy toy, and no, that’s not why I’m grumpy. It’s a work thing. I need to learn how to be a boring finance type for that incubator client of Dad’s.”
“What are you talking about?” Tim asked.
Of course, Tim had left the Bollywood party before they’d talked about Anil. She and Asha filled him in on the events that occurred after he left, and on her morning convo with Rohan and Dad.
“So, what’s the problem?” Tim asked. “You’re good at your job. You can help this guy Anil get his business off the ground.”
She sighed. “I’m second-guessing myself. Nonprofit people are apparently…conservative.” Jana was a nonprofit person, and she was uptight. That was like conservative times twenty.
Asha snorted. “I work for a nonprofit. I’m hardly conservative.”
“That’s different,” Kamila said. “You work with animals, not people.”
Asha rolled her eyes and pulled out her phone. “What’s his full name?”
“Anil Malek.”
“Wow,” Asha said. “Check out his resume…He’s been involved in some major projects. Sits on some impressive boards, too. Talk about fancy people.”
“Ugh.” Of course. Someone even more perfect than Jana. Why was everyone testing Kamila’s self-worth these days?
“He’s bald! But he’s actually pretty nice to look at.” Asha put her phone in the middle of the table and started a video. It was a fundraising plea for the project. Anil was talking directly into the camera about the inspiration behind it and what he was hoping to accomplish.
And yup, he was kind of hot, even without a single strand of hair on his head. Dark eyes, chiseled jaw, and a wide smile. His dark suit had a conservative cut, and he had the same dignified air as Rohan but with the charming smile and generous look of someone who started a company to help refugees. Kamila liked his face.
“Single?” Asha asked.