Why wasn’t Kim at Greg’s? And why had she thought lying was a good idea?She glanced down at Brad’s robe and tucked in her boob. Luckily it had only made a partial escape. Thank God she’d covered up. “Uh, can you repeat the question?”Kim sighed. “I thought we were best friends.”“We were. We are. I swear. This doesn’t have anything to do with us.”“You don’t think so? If I was banging your brother like a drum—and lying right to your face about it, while living under your roof—you don’t think you’d mind?”“Well, when you put it like that…”“Yeah, I’m putting it like that.” Kim crossed her arms and gazed up at the ceiling. “What happened to us telling each other everything?” She held up a hand. “Clarification. I’m not asking for details in this case. In fact, I expressly forbid you from telling me anything personal as it relates to Brad. Except maybe why you scream like a banshee when you come.” She pantomimed gagging. “Never mind. TMI.”“I do not.”
