“The worst part was being cross-examined about my sex life by my mother.” It takes all my self-control not to shudder. “She actually believed I did it.” Hana’s glossy lips twist into a frown, and she slides her toes into my lap. “Your mother should know Belinda is not your style.” “That would require her to actually know me.” “Like I do?” She smiles, her dark blue eyes too big for her heart-shaped face. Hana is a delicate beauty, but she’s too much like my sister to be my lover.
