Her eyes flicked from his face to the phone and back.
“Passed what?”
“My test.”
“What test?”
He unlocked the screen and laid the phone flat on the counter between them.
“Whether you’re ready to live with roommates.”
Kayla looked down. Then she snatched the phone up.
I couldn’t see what was on it from where I stood. But I watched the color climb her throat, flood her cheeks, and burn all the way to her hairline until she was red as a stop sign.
“What the hell is this?”
“Three rooms for rent,” Andrew said evenly. “All within twenty minutes of here.”
She swiped. Swiped again.
