“Yes,” Kamila said. “Come, let’s get you some food.” She led Anil toward the dining table, quickly tossing a pair of Darcy’s rainbow sunglasses that were on an end table behind the couch. And the digital tuner for her ukulele. She must have missed them in the cleanup.

The doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” Rohan said.

Kamila handed Anil a plate. “This all looks delicious,” he said, eyes sweeping over the food.

“I can’t take the credit for all of it. The biryani is from this amazing Indian place—they have over fifteen types of biryani, and in the restaurant they serve it with naan crust on the bowl. But I did make the momos and the paneer kebobs.”

“Well, I can’t complain about takeout when it’s this good.” He spooned rice onto his plate. “The Indian restaurants in this city are blowing my mind. I haven’t had food this good since I was in India.”

“Are you planning to be in Toronto long-term?” Kamila asked.

He looked around the room a second, then smiled at Kamila. “That’s the plan.”

“I’m excited to learn more about the project. Launching a nonprofit is a big undertaking…administratively,” she said. “Not that I’m not up for the challenge!”

He smiled roguishly as he rubbed his hand over his chin. “I did a great deal of research on your little firm—your father has a strong financial background and is very respected in the community. I’m confident my project is in good hands with him, once he’s over his concerns.”

Kamila frowned. Little firm? That was a bit condescending. “You’ll be in good hands with me, too. I’ll just put this out there now, but I’m hoping I’ll have the opportunity to work with your organization long-term.” He looked skeptical, so she added, “I’m a CPA, too.”

“Oh, are you? I wasn’t aware.” He chuckled. “I’m surprised someone with as high a reputation for fabulousness as the great Kamila Hussain is something as mundane as an accountant.”

“Fabulousness! Well…” She giggled. He was forgiven for the condescension. “Flattery will get you everywhere. But don’t you worry—I am well versed in nonprofit financials and fully capable of drawing up the articles of incorporation. And I’m open to helping with fundraising, too. I’ve been working with a local animal shelter for years, and this year I’m chairing their biggest benefit event.”

“Clearly you have many talents.” He tilted his head down ever so slightly and looked at her with a panty-dropping smile. She actually hated the term panty-dropping, but honestly, there was no other way to describe the look on Anil’s face.

Then he laughed, the flirty look instantly replaced with pure mischief.