The Kingsley car rolled away from the curb.

“Can we talk?”

“We are,” Celeste said. “Make it short.”

“He left?”

“He gave us privacy,” she said. “Use it.”

“About the rumors,” he began. “Are you okay?”

“You mean the thread that calls me a serial flirt? Or the other one that says I seduced Albert for access to his board?”

“Both,” he said. “All ...