She nods. “I’ve kept in touch with him over the years. He did this as a favor to me.”
“Because he’s always wanted to f**k you.”
She looks shocked, and honestly, so does Bogdan. I don’t give a s**t, though. She should know betterthan to push the topic when I’ve made it clear I’m not interested in what she has to say.
“He’s a decent man, contrary to what you seem to believe, and he has never had designs on me.”
She speaks like she’s from another century. It makes me snort with laughter. Her eyes crinkle withhurt, but I don’t apologize. The impulse was drummed out of me when I was thirteen years old.
“What did your old beau have to say about Camila?” I ask.
“She has a sister in New York City. Her sister married quite young and had two sons.”
She stops there and looks at
