Honduran Heat
Copyright© 2026 by Tantrayaan
Chapter 13
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 13 - Heartbroken after losing the future he thought he had, Kumar goes to Honduras expecting a quiet summer before starting over. Instead, he finds himself drawn into the lives of three brilliant, beautiful young women who challenge him, tempt him, and slowly convince him that love, ambition, and happiness are worth risking again. A warm, spicy slice-of-life story about healing, passion, chosen family, and building a future together. (Weekly uploads)
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/ft Consensual Harem Polygamy/Polyamory
By the end of the second week, the two neighboring houses had settled into a comfortable, seamless rhythm. Mornings belonged to Daniela. Every single day began on the tennis court at the club, the crisp morning air punctured by the steady, heavy thwack of the ball as Kumar traded groundstrokes with Rajesh. From the sidelines, Daniela sat perched on the bench, a thermos of coffee cradled in her lap, watching them play. She didn’t just sit quietly, though; to Kumar’s mock chagrin, she actively participated with a relentless barrage of sarcastic commentary.
“You call that a backhand, Professor?” she called out, her laughter bright and melodic. “Are you looking at the ball or dreaming?”
Rajesh wiped his brow, pausing before his next serve to wink at her. “Don’t be gentle with him, Daniela. He’s been living in his head all week. A little public humiliation is exactly what his game needs.”
“Exactly, Tio!” Daniela cheered, raising her thermos. “Look at his footwork. It’s like he’s trying to run through quicksand.”
Kumar blew the next shot completely, the ball catching the tape of the net and bouncing uselessly back into his court. He shook his head, a genuine smile breaking through his early morning fatigue, and looked across the net at his father. “You two are entirely insufferable, you know that? Ganging up on the talent.”
“Talent?” Rajesh let out a loud guffaw, thoroughly enjoying how Daniela’s haranguing allowed him to compete with his son. “I don’t see any talent over there today, only an arrogant young ‘un getting run ragged by an old man.”
Kumar scooped the ball up with his racket, flipping it into his hand with a smirk. “Keep talking, old man. I still thrashed you six-two, six-two today.”
Daniela immediately stood up, resting a hand on her hip. “Hey, no disrespecting my beloved Tio! He plays with grace. You just play with brute calculation, bombón.”
Rajesh burst into a booming laugh at the absolute expense of his son, throwing his head back. “Hear that, Kumar? Grace! You could learn a thing or two from her.”
Kumar rolled his eyes, putting on a grand display of being mock-offended as he walked toward the net. “Unbelievable. My own father and my friend, conspiring against my athletic integrity. I’m going to start charging you both for these lessons.”
It was an easy, effortless closeness that had rapidly become second nature to them. Looking at her, Kumar felt a strange, profound sensation that they had somehow known each other for an entire lifetime, skipping past the awkward, polite boundaries of new acquaintances straight into a deep, absolute comfort.
When the match ended, Rajesh waved them off and headed inside to get ready for the day, leaving the two of them alone on the court. Daniela walked up to Kumar and handed him a towel, her dark eyes softening and losing their teasing edge as she looked up into his face.
“You really are a good sport, you know,” she said softly, watching him wipe the sweat from his forehead.
“I have to be,” Kumar replied, looking down at her. “Between you and my dad, I don’t stand a chance.”
Daniela stepped a little closer, the playful energy entirely fading into something intimate. “Where have you been all my life?” she murmured, her voice dropping into a rare, vulnerable cadence. “Why didn’t you meet me earlier? It’s all your fault.”
“It’s my fault that I didn’t meet you?” Kumar let out a soft huff, shaking his head. “Where’s the justice in that?”
“It’s always your fault, bombón. Don’t you remember? Miami Rules...” Then her expression turned entirely serious. She stepped right into his personal space, resting her hand flat against his damp chest, the warmth of her palm seeping through his shirt. “But seriously ... I don’t plan on leaving your side. Just so you know. You’re stuck with me. And I’m not talking about just this summer. You think you can handle me?”
Kumar’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. He wanted to respond, to match the breathtaking sincerity in her eyes, but the words choked in his throat.
“I can see that you’re overwhelmed with gratitude, bombón, but I still expected you kiss my hands.”
Kumar flicked his wet towel at her, causing her to squeal.
“Stop it you brute. That is sick! That towel is yucky with your sweat!”
Kumar ran after Daniela continuing to assault her with his towel scandalizing some of the older people at the club.
By the time Saturday morning arrived, the early morning sanctuary expanded. Sunday was the day Layla taught her dance classes at the club, so she joined Daniela and Sofia at the gym for the weekend workout. The shift in dynamic turned the fitness room into an absolute crucible of tension.
It became blindingly obvious to Kumar that the girls operated under a distinct dual standard. Around the parents or out in public, they dressed in their typical fashionable attire. But the second they were behind closed doors exclusively with Kumar, all modesty evaporated. They became utterly, intentionally shameless with their bodies, using the absolute privacy to titillate him without a single shred of hesitation.
The three girls took immense, synchronized pleasure in tormenting him throughout his workout. They moved through their routines like a choreographed assault on his senses, flaunting their curves in tight, high-waisted leggings or barely there shorts and minimal sports bras that left almost nothing to the imagination.
“Kumar, can you check the alignment on my deadlifts?” Sofia asked, her voice entirely innocent. She leaned in incredibly close, her full breasts pressing softly against his shoulder as she looked up at him through her lashes.
“Looks fine, Sofia. Just keep your core tight,” Kumar muttered, his eyes darting away as his face warmed.
Daniela openly slid past him a moment later, deliberately brushing her hips flush against his arm between sets. “Oh, sorry, Professor. It’s a bit cramped in here today, isn’t it?” She exchanged a wicked, knowing smirk with Layla.
Layla didn’t hesitate either. She walked over to the bench where he was resting, stretching her long, toned legs directly in his line of sight. “You look tired, Kumar. Are the weights too heavy today, or is it just the company?”
“The weights are fine. You three are the hazard,” Kumar said, trying and failing to keep his voice completely steady.
The real torture, however, was the sauna.
The small, wood-paneled room was thick with suffocating heat and heavy steam, but with Sofia, Layla, and Daniela all sitting next to him in nothing but tiny, incredibly thin towels, the air felt thin enough to choke on. Dropping all pretense of sitting on opposite benches, they crowded onto his side, their slick, bare thighs pressing flush against his legs. How Daniela managed to ensure that no one else from the club or the housestaff ever joined them remained an absolute mystery to him. She seemed to possess an unspoken authority over the staff, but Kumar certainly didn’t complain. He sat frozen, his pulse drumming wildly against his ribs, trapped in a paradise of raw, agonizing temptation.
“You’re very quiet today, Kumar,” Layla noted, leaning her shoulder against his arm, her damp skin leaving a slick trail of warmth. “Usually you have a comeback for everything.”
“Just enjoying the peace, Layla,” he muttered, keeping his eyes locked firmly on the wooden wall opposite them.
“Doesn’t feel very peaceful in here to me,” Daniela purred from his other side, her fingers lightly trailing along his knee.
Yet, underneath the roaring heat, a dark, heavy shadow was clamping down on his chest. Kumar was drowning in a severe, unspoken guilt. He felt physically sick over the depth of his feelings for Layla, Sofia, and Daniela. How could he have these lecherous, possessive thoughts about all three of them while still actively struggling to deal with the jagged, unhealed heartbreak Emily had left behind? The ghost of his past relationship still left deep scars he wasn’t ready to examine, and a new, paralyzing fear had taken root in his mind: If these girls find out that I am harboring these kinds of intense, greedy desires for all three of them simultaneously, they will despise me. They will see me as a total monster.
He was entirely unable to articulate the massive, complicated web of anxiety spinning inside him. And unfortunately, the psychological gridlock began to show. Every time the girls tried to get genuinely intimate with him, to push past the playful teasing into something real, he would suddenly freeze, his body going stiff as he deflected or pulled away at the last second.
“I don’t get it,” Layla said, throwing her hands up in frustration, her usual bratty confidence completely wounded. “He looks at me like he wants to eat me alive, but the second I get close, he shuts down. It’s like he’s pulling back from a cliff.”
“He’s carrying something heavy,” Daniela murmured, crossing her arms thoughtfully. “It’s not that he doesn’t want us. Trust me, I’ve sat on his lap in the gym. So has Sofia. He wants us. But there’s a wall there. He’s terrified of something.”
Sofia nodded softly, her brow furrowing with worry. “We just have to be patient. Whatever is holding him back, we’ll break through it together.”
But the frustration followed the girls into the dark. Every single night, Daniela’s bedroom became a sanctuary for their unresolved sexual hysteria. Kicked sheets lay forgotten on the floorboards as Sofia and Daniela relieved their feverish tension with each other, their bodies tangling in a desperate, rough exchange of passion to burn off the residual energy Kumar left them with in the daytime.
Layla still didn’t physically join Sofia and Daniela’s nocturnal trysts. The physical aspect of sapphic sex still made her naturally uncomfortable, but she couldn’t bring herself to stay away. She would sit on the absolute edge of the mattress in the candlelit dimness, watching them make love, her own hand sliding down between her plush thighs to rub in a slow, torturous rhythm. She loved cuddling naked and being groped by the two girls after though. She always imagined it was Kumar doing the groping. She loved hearing Sofia or Daniela whisper in her ears as she closed her eyes visualizing Kumar doing the naughty things they were talking about.
Yet, even as their bodies sought release in the shadows, their minds never left their tutor. Kumar completely dominated their conversations. They talked about him constantly, analyzing every look, every word, and every touch he had given them during the day.
Even in the fragile, quiet spaces of sleep, the room echoed with his presence. All three of them were entirely consumed, sleep-talking about him in the dead of night, spinning a beautiful, chaotic web around a man who was currently lying awake in his own room next door, terrifyingly close to breaking under the weight of his own silence.
— Despite Kumar’s emotional gridlock, the afternoons belonged to all four of them.
The girls had negotiated one precious hour of freedom before tutoring. At first they had to beg. By Wednesday, Kumar was already pretending to be annoyed when they dragged him out anyway. Sometimes they went to a quiet café in the hills. Sometimes they just lounged on the shaded terrace behind Isabella’s house.
The touching had become constant. Sofia would end up half in his lap, Layla would drape her long legs across his thighs, and Daniela would lean into his side like it was the most natural thing in the world. The girls had also grown comfortable touching each other in front of him - a casual hand on the waist, a playful kiss on the cheek, fingers brushing through hair. Kumar would tease them about it, smirking, and all three girls would blush bright red.
He got private time with each of them too.
Sofia loved showing him her art. She was brilliantly talented, and he would sit quietly for long stretches just watching her paint or sketch. She was happiest when he pulled her into his lap afterward, enveloping her completely in his larger frame. She’d melt against his chest like she never wanted to leave.
Layla, on the other hand, just wanted to be close. She loved curling into his side, resting her head on his shoulder, or having him watch her dance. Kumar could sit for hours while she practiced in the studio, completely mesmerized by the way she moved. She’d always end her sessions by pulling him up to dance with her with their bodies pressed close, her hands shamelessly roaming, until the almost-kiss moment came and he gently pulled away again.
Kumar was falling. He knew it. He laughed more than he had in months. He touched them freely. Let them touch him. But every time the warmth threatened to become something deeper, that old instinct kicked in. He would create a little distance. The girls noticed.
For now, they let him.
— Wednesday afternoon in the second week brought the waitress incident.
They had stopped at a cute open-air café near the school after pickup. A pretty waitress in her mid-twenties spent an unnecessary amount of time explaining the menu to Kumar, smiling brightly, touching his shoulder while pointing at items, and finally asking if he needed “a local tour guide” for the weekend.
Layla’s eyes narrowed dangerously. Sofia went unusually quiet, scooting closer to Kumar’s side. Daniela, on the other hand, nearly fell off her chair laughing.
“Oh my god,” she wheezed, wiping tears. “Look at their faces! They’re ready to fight her.”
Layla crossed her arms. “We don’t need a tour guide. He already has three.”
Sofia nodded seriously. “Exactly.”
Kumar just rubbed his face, equal parts embarrassed and amused. “I’m good, thanks,” he told the waitress, who left with a disappointed smile.
The moment she was gone, Daniela grinned wickedly. “Should I be worried, Professor? You’re collecting admirers faster than the girls can mark their territory.”
Layla kicked her under the table. Sofia just buried her face in Kumar’s shoulder, mumbling, “She was too obvious...”
Kumar chuckled and wrapped an arm around Sofia without thinking. “Relax. I’m not going anywhere.”
— In between, they explored Tegucigalpa.
Kumar finally dug out his camera. The girls turned into willing and photogenic models. Sofia soft and glowing in golden hour light. Layla, fierce and powerful against graffiti walls or colonial architecture. Daniela, sensual and confident in every frame. He took more pictures of beautiful women in five days than he had in his entire life. Some shots were just the four of them laughing, tangled together, carefree. He kept those in a separate folder.
At the American School, Kumar had become a living legend.
Every afternoon when he arrived to pick them up, one goddess waited in the car while two more came sprinting across the courtyard. Sofia and Layla would launch themselves at him without shame, hugging him tightly, arms around his neck, legs wrapping around him for a second before they remembered to behave. The entire school watched. Whispers followed them everywhere. He was definitely not their brother. Definitely not their uncle.
The parents, for their part, were thoroughly entertained.
Rajesh and Isabella exchanged knowing looks every evening. Latha just smiled softly whenever she caught Daniela and Kumar together. No one said anything directly, but the amusement was obvious.
Through it all, Kumar felt himself being pulled deeper.
He laughed more. Touched more. Let them sit on him, lean on him, kiss his cheek in private. But every time the warmth threatened to become something heavier, that old instinct kicked in. He would gently pull back. Create a little distance. The girls noticed but they gave him space.
— The house was peacefully quiet on Friday morning.
Rajesh had left for the office before sunrise, and Latha was out with Isabella and Yasmine for a day of shopping and brunch. That morning they had decided to take a well-earned break from the gym. Kumar and Daniela had mutually decided to skip their usual routine and simply ... be.
They were sprawled on the big living room couch, a half-forgotten movie playing on the TV. Daniela was curled against Kumar’s chest, her legs tangled with his, wearing one of his old t-shirts that hung loose on her frame. His arm was wrapped around her, fingers idly tracing patterns on her bare thigh.
It didn’t feel like “just friends” anymore.
Every now and then Daniela would tilt her head up and press a soft, lingering kiss to his jaw, or the corner of his mouth, or the side of his neck. Kumar pretended not to notice, eyes fixed on the screen, but his body betrayed him every single time. His breathing would deepen, and she could clearly feel him growing hard under his loose shorts where her thigh rested against him.
She loved it.
She loved how safe she felt in his arms. How his fingers would tighten on her leg whenever she kissed him. How this calm, steady man would pretend he was unaffected while his body responded so honestly.
During a quiet moment in the movie, Daniela shifted higher in his lap, turning to face him more fully. Her hand rested on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart. She leaned in slowly, eyes half-lidded, aiming for a real kiss.
Kumar’s gaze dropped to her lips. For a second, he leaned in too. She felt his breath mingle with hers, felt the warmth of his mouth so close ... Then his eyes clouded.
That familiar shadow passed over his face. His body went stiff beneath her. He pulled back just enough, turning his head slightly so her lips landed on his cheek instead.
Daniela stayed there for a moment, forehead resting against his temple. She could feel the sudden tension in his shoulders, the way his hand had stopped moving on her thigh.
She’d had enough.
“Kumar,” she whispered, voice gentle but serious. She pulled back just far enough to look him in the eyes. “Talk to me.”
He tried for a small smile. “What’s wrong? The movie’s getting good.”
“Don’t do that.” She cupped his face with one hand, thumb brushing his cheek. “You almost kissed me just now. I know you wanted to. And then ... you froze. Again.” Her voice softened. “This keeps happening. Every time we get close. Every time it starts feeling real. You pull away.”
Kumar looked away, jaw tightening. “Daniela...”
“Is it Emily?” she asked quietly, no accusation in her tone. “Is that what this is?”
He was silent for a long moment, fingers flexing against her hip like he was debating whether to push her away or pull her closer.
“You don’t have to tell me everything,” she continued softly, still cradling his face. “But I need to understand. Because I’m falling for you, Kumar. And I know Sofia and Layla are too. We all feel it. But every time we try to get closer, you shut down. I just want to know if it’s her ... or if it’s us. Or both.”
Kumar exhaled shakily, closing his eyes for a second. The movie continued playing in the background, completely ignored now.
He opened his mouth, then closed it again.
Finally, in a low, rough voice, he said: “Okay, I’ll tell you.”
— One year back The apartment lay quiet except for the low murmur of the television and the soft sounds of two people who belonged together completely. Emily rested draped across Kumar’s chest on the oversized couch, her bare skin warm and glowing against his. Her fiery red hair spilled over his shoulder in a silky cascade as she nuzzled into his neck. She traced slow patterns across his chest with her fingertips while he ran his hands down the elegant curve of her back.
“God, I missed this yesterday babe. Watching you make Michelle pass out was amazing but...,” Emily whispered against his skin. “Just you and me, like this. No one else gets me the way you do.”
Kumar kissed the top of her head, then tilted her chin so he could look straight into her eyes. He captured her mouth in a slow, deep kiss full of quiet devotion. “You are my whole world, Emily. Every single day I think about coming home to you.” His fingers brushed along her slim waist and the gorgeous flare of her hips with pure reverence. She sighed happily into his mouth, melting against him as soft waves of pleasure built between them.
“Mmmm ... Oh baby. I just love it when you touch me.”
They stayed locked like that for a long time, lost in each other. He filled her with long, unhurried strokes while she rolled her hips to meet him, taking him deep and savoring every inch. Kumar kept the rhythm luxurious and patient, grinding up into her with perfect control. His hands roamed her body until they found his favorite toys - her enormous, heavy breasts. He loved how they overflowed his palms, so impossibly soft yet so full. He gently squeezed and kneaded them, rolling her thick nipples between his fingers as he kissed her neck and whispered how perfect she felt wrapped around his cock.
Emily’s breathing grew heavier. Her moans turned sweeter and more desperate. “Kumar ... right there ... oh fuck...” She clung to him tighter, her slim thighs trembling. He never changed speed. He simply kept that same deep, loving pace, sucking one stiff nipple deep into his mouth while his cock rubbed her g-spot on every slow thrust.
Suddenly her whole body tensed. A long, shuddering cry tore from her throat. “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH...” Her massive breasts heaved against his chest as her pussy fluttered and clenched hard around him. The gentle lovemaking pushed her over the edge into a deep, rolling orgasm that left her trembling and gasping his name.
“That was a good one, baby,” Kumar murmured, kissing her passionately.
“They’re all good ones with you,” Emily cooed, still pulsing around his cock.
Only after she came down from that sweet climax did the hunger truly take over. Emily’s nails dug into his shoulders. Her hips began to move with greedy need. Kumar read her body instantly.
He flipped them smoothly so she lay beneath him. He hooked her slim thighs high over his shoulders and began driving into her with deeper, more powerful strokes. Her breasts bounced enticingly with every thrust. He grabbed two big handfuls of soft titflesh and used them as handles while he fucked her harder. The second orgasm hit fast and strong. Emily’s head thrashed side to side as she cried out sharply.
He did not stop. He pulled out, flipped her onto her hands and knees, and slammed back into her dripping pussy from behind. Her massive breasts swung like pendulums beneath her. Kumar reached underneath and mauled them roughly, pinching and tugging her nipples while he pounded deep. “Fuck, these tits are perfect,” he growled confidently. “Bounce them for me, my little slut.”
Emily pushed back desperately. “BABY ... YESSSSS ... FUCK ME HARDER!” Her voice cracked as the next climax ripped through her. She screamed loud and long, her whole body shaking.
Kumar pulled her upright against his chest, one arm banded around her waist while the other continued mauling her breasts. He bit down firmly on the side of her neck, right on that spot he knew drove her crazy and snarled in her ear, “Cum on my cock again. I want to feel this tight pussy squeeze me while these huge tits fill my hands.” She shattered hard, chanting brokenly as pleasure overwhelmed her.
He bent her forward again, gripped her hips, and started pounding her with raw, relentless power. The couch creaked violently. Wet, filthy slapping sounds echoed through the apartment as his pelvis crashed against her ass. While he hammered her, he pressed his thumb against her tight asshole, rubbing firm circles until it slipped inside. Emily wailed in ecstasy.
He flipped her onto her back, folded her legs high, and drove down into her with brutal piston strokes. Her breasts bounced violently between them. Kumar leaned down, sucking hard on one nipple while slamming into her, then switched to the other. As she approached another orgasm he slid two fingers deep into her ass, curling them in time with his thrusts. “Give it to me,” he commanded. “Cum hard for me.” Emily screamed through another shattering climax, her body convulsing violently around both his cock and fingers.
Still he kept going. He pulled her on top and let her ride him like a woman possessed. Emily braced her hands on his chest and slammed herself down, her tits bouncing wildly in his face. Kumar grabbed them, squeezed them together, and buried his face between them while thrusting up powerfully. He sucked and bit at her sensitive nipples until she was shaking.
When she collapsed forward, trembling, he rolled her onto her side, spooned tightly behind her, and lifted one leg high. From this angle he could grind deep while reaching around to stroke her clit and finger her ass at the same time. Another climax tore through her almost immediately.
Finally Kumar spun her around and pushed her face down into the cushions with her ass high in the air. He slammed back in at a savage new angle, one hand fisted in her fiery red hair, the other slapping and gripping her ass. He switched between long, punishing strokes and short, jackhammer thrusts that made her entire body jolt. As she neared her final peak he pressed two fingers back into her ass while pounding her without mercy.
“I’m going to fill you up,” he snarled with absolute confidence. “Cum for me one more time.”
Emily was a complete wreck now, screaming into the cushions. “FFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKK!!! Kumar ... it’s too fucking good ... FFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!” Her body convulsed violently as one final shattering orgasm ripped through her.
Only then did Kumar bury himself to the hilt and explode, flooding her with thick, hot spurts. Rope after heavy rope of his cum blasted deep into her spasming pussy, filling her completely until she could feel her belly warming with the sheer volume of his load.
Emily moaned long and low in pure bliss, clenching rhythmically around him to milk every last drop. “Mmm ... I love feeling you cum inside me,” she whispered breathlessly, her voice hoarse and satisfied. “So warm ... so much ... God, I wish I had someone right now to suck all this thick cum out of my pussy and feed it to me while you watch.” She shivered at the filthy thought, her walls still fluttering around his pulsing cock as she savored the messy, overflowing creampie he had given her.
They stayed locked together afterward, breathing hard, exchanging soft kisses and whispered words of love. Emily stroked his face tenderly, her eyes shining with absolute adoration. This man was her world. He understood her body and her heart like no one else ever could. Their connection felt flawless. Physically and emotionally perfect in every way.
After graduation talk had started dominating their conversations, moments like this felt sacred. As they moved together, Emily let out a soft, breathy moan. “Tell me again about Charleston...”
Kumar smiled, nipping at her collarbone. “Dr. Frost offered me the research associate position. It’s a huge step. I’d start right after graduation...”
Emily’s breath hitched as he hit a particularly good angle. “And I’ll come with you,” she gasped, smiling. “I only have one year left. We’ll graduate together. I could apply to med schools down there. My grades are strong enough ... or maybe I’ll take a gap year first. Travel with you. Be your hot research groupie.”
“Research groupie?”
Emily giggled. “You know ... like the rock band groupies. Who bang their men backstage. I’d come to your office while you’re working and hide under your desk sucking you off while people walk in and out.”
“Em...”
“Sshhhh ... that’s not all. I’d seduce other women and bring them to you during your breaks and watch while you ‘gave them an education’. What do you think, baby? I’m still working out the details.”
Kumar chuckled warmly and rolled them so he was on top, looking down at her with pure adoration. “My hot research groupie,” he repeated, thrusting deeper. “I like the sound of that.”
The conversation faded as things grew more intense. Kumar’s pace quickened. Emily’s nails dug into his back, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist. He knew exactly how she liked it. He had mapped her body to the extent that he knew every spot that made her tremble. He drove her higher and higher until she came apart beneath him with a broken cry of his name, body shaking, eyes locked on his.
Only then did he let himself follow, burying his face in her neck as he finished deep inside her.
They stayed tangled together afterward, breathing hard, hearts slowing. Emily curled into his side like she was made to fit there, tracing lazy patterns on his chest.
Kumar kissed her forehead. “So ... what are your plans for this weekend?”
Emily smiled sleepily. “Tracy’s been begging me to come to her girls’ night out. It’s been forever since I went out with the girls.”
Kumar’s body tensed instantly. He sat up a little. “Tracy?”
Emily rolled her eyes, still smiling. “Yes, Tracy. Don’t start.”
“I don’t like her, Em. She’s bad news. I’ve heard too many stories. I don’t trust her.”