“I think every man enjoys a little attention.”
“Then you can give that attention to someone else’s husband.”
For a second, neither of us spoke.
Then Kayla laughed again.
“You really are jealous.”
“No. I’m angry.”
“Because I wore a towel?”
“Because I asked my sister to stop doing something that made me uncomfortable, and she decided my feelings were less important than proving a point.”
Her expression hardened.
“Well, if Andrew fails your little trust exercise, that’s on him.”
I shook my head.
“You’ve got this completely backward.”
She shrugged.
“Maybe. But if he passes, you have nothing to worry about.”
I walked out before I said something I would regret.
That evening, I told Andrew everything.
He was loading the dishwasher when I started talking.
At first, he said nothing. He simply placed a plate in the rack, adjusted it, and reached for another.
Finally, he turned toward me.
