Page 211 of The Sweetest Return

“What?” she asked.

“You have sex face.”

She choked on air. “Excuse me?”

“You do.”

“I have successful-real-estate-professional face.”

“No. That was before you sat down. This is different.”

“You are projecting because Andre Jones has you being flown across the country and properly handled.”

“Properly handled is not the allegation on the table.”

Camille picked up her napkin and pressed it to her mouth like manners could hide her expression.

My eyes widened. “Oh my God.”

“Lower your voice.”

“Camille.”

“Imani.”

“With who?”

She looked away.

I sat back slowly.

“Oh.”

“Do not oh me.”

“Malcolm?”

She sighed so deeply it came from her ancestors.

I covered my mouth with both hands. “You and Malcolm Reed?”

“It is not a thing.”

“That is exactly what women say when it is a thing and you know it.”

“It is casual.”

“Since when?”

“Crown Weekend.”

“Camille.”

“Close your mouth before your salmon gets cold.”

“You have been hooking up with Malcolm this whole time and did not tell me?”

“It has not been the whole time.”