She leaned back against the counter, perfectly at ease.
“And I still don’t get why it bothers you.”
“You don’t need to get it.”
“You’re honestly threatened by a towel?”
“No.”
“Because if you actually trusted Andrew—”
“Kayla.”
She took a slow sip.
“I’m just saying. Sounds more like a husband problem than a towel problem.”
“No. It’s a you-not-listening-to-me problem.”
That made her smile. Not a warm smile. The kind that already knows it’s going to win the argument.
“Honestly? Think of it as a test.”
I stared at her.
“A what?”
“A test.” She set her mug down with a little click. “If Andrew can be tempted just because some woman walks past him in a towel, wouldn’t you want to know that now? Before it’s too late?”
For a second I genuinely thought I’d misheard.
“You’re trying to tempt my husband. On purpose.”
“No.” She said it like I was being absurd. “I’m finding out whether he can be tempted.”
“Those aren’t nearly as different as you think they are.”
“If he fails, that’s on him, not me.”
I crossed my arms, mostly to keep my hands from shaking.
“And what’s it on when I ask my own sister to stop doing something in my own home?”
Kayla rolled her eyes.
