Kimberly's eyes widened at Melvin's slip-up. Confusion and suspicion swirled in her gaze as she stared at him.
"You didn't what?" she pressed, her voice barely a whisper.
Melvin felt a flush creep up his neck. He hadn't meant to reveal anything close to his true feelings. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure.
"I didn't… nothing," he stammered, avoiding her eyes. "Look, the whole Tristan thing is a mess. We'll figure it out, but there will be no spilling the beans about the arrangement, okay?"
Kimberly crossed her arms, skepticism etched on her face. "There's a lot I don't understand, Melvin. You act like you don't care who I see or what I do, yet you get so worked up about it. You keep twisting my words, assuming the worst."
Melvin sighed, a touch of frustration lacing his voice. "It's a complicated situation, Kimberly. We both know that. Let's just focus on getting through this lunch and then we can talk about things calmly."
