Famke was dressed but toweling off her hair in her bedroom when a knock sounded on the door. She half-wondered if it wasn’t Royal coming to steal kisses considering the way his eyes had roved over her in the bathing suit she had worn up to her room.
“Come in,” she called as she rose from her bent position where she was drying her hair.
“Hi.”
Her eyes connected with Imani’s, and she immediately felt on edge. She had ripped into this woman the night before and deservedly so, but Famke didn’t enjoy being at odds with anyone.
“Can we talk?” Imani closed the door behind her as she entered the room with a sad expression.
“Sure,” she kept her guard up. Knowing how manipulative Mindy had told her Imani could be and seeing it in action the night before, she didn’t trust the woman.
“I owe you
