Kay’s smile faltered immediately.
“Ava, what the hell.....”
She held up a manicured hand, feigning innocence.
“What? I was just asking. I mean......” Her eyes flicked over me again, slow and deliberate. “......you’re covered in flour, barefoot, and wearing an apron. What else was I supposed to think?”
My brain screamed a dozen comebacks, but none made it past my lips. Instead, I stood there, clutching the towel in my hand like it was a lifeline.
Kay stepped forward, his voice tight with irritation.
“She’s not.....She’s Janella. My girlfriend.”
The word hung in the air.
Girlfriend.
For a moment, even Ava’s expression shifted barely, but enough. Surprise flickered in her eyes, gone just as quickly as it came, replaced by that same cool smirk.
“Oh,” she said finally, her tone drippi
