Page 372 of K.I.N.: Karma Is Near

Then the baby.

I looked toward the living room.

At Collin.

Then back at Heather.

“How long?”

Her face hardened.

“How long what?”

“Don’t fucking play with me.”

“I asked you a question first.”

“And I’m asking you one now.”

“Avery.”

“How long you been fucking my sister’s husband?”

There it was.

Sitting right in the middle of Heather’s kitchen.

Ugly as fuck.

Heather didn’t blink.

Didn’t even deny it.

She just stared at me for a few seconds.

Then her eyes narrowed.

“Why?”

My mouth tightened.

Heather took another step toward me.

“So we can compare dates?”

My stomach fell straight through my fucking ass.

“Oh my God.”

Heather laughed, but there wasn’t shit funny about it.

“Oh, bitch. Don’t stand in my fucking kitchen acting shocked when clearly you got something to tell me too.”

“How long?”

“How long for you?”

“Heather—”