“Not a fucking word.” “I didn’t say anything.” “You were looking at it.” “It’s a nice color on you,” she said. Her cheeks had gone pink. He bundled the baby onto his shoulder so he could give her mother a single warning finger. “I said not a fucking word. I’m embarrassed. I am humiliated. I do not want to be caught dead in Nicolau’s fucking brocade bullshit. Don’t tell anyone.”
