“Yes.” She folded her arms over her chest as she awaited his response.

“No.” His attention turned to the field as the game started.

Lina mindlessly watched the game, barely registering when Logan was on the field, too lost in her thoughts. When she and Phil were divorced, she’d have to see him with other women. He’d probably get married again, maybe even have more kids.

“What’s wrong? Are you sick?”

“What?” She realized he was speaking to her. “No, I’m just—I was thinking about something.”

“It couldn’t have been very pleasant.”

“No, it wasn’t,” she admitted as she returned her attention to the game.

“I’ve got to get back to work,” Phil said as soon as the game ended. “Tell Logan good game and I’ll call him later.” His hand clasped Lina’s shoulder as he leaned in to kiss her.

As soon as she felt the brush of his lips on her cheek, Lina turned her head and pressed her lips against his, consumed by an overwhelming need to let any women watching know that Phil wasn’t available. It was all the incentive Phil needed. He took her face in both his hands, his tongue dipping into her mouth and stroking over hers.

The kiss ended almost as soon as it began, Phil clearly appreciating that it wasn’t the proper venue for a make-out session. “I like this possessive side of you,” he whispered in her ear before his long strides took him away.

Lina was pressing her fingertips to her lips, her mind racing with thoughts of what she had done, when she felt a presence beside her. “Nick,” she breathed. “I didn’t see you. Were you here for the whole game?”

“Half. I would have come by earlier, but I didn’t want to interrupt.”

Her face reddened, realizing he’d probably witnessed their kiss. “We’re not back together.”

“No?”

“I just—we…” She paused as she dropped her eyes. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything. You were together a long time. The bond is undoubtedly very strong.”

“How was your weekend?” she asked, wanting to change the subject. “Did you end up taking your boat out?” He’d told her when she met him for dinner the week before that he’d probably go sailing for the first time that season.

“I did. It was cold, but it was great to be out on the water.”

Brian and Logan bounded up, demanding food. “It’s only four thirty,” Nick said, glancing at his watch.

“I’m starved,” Brian insisted. “Can we all go to that new hamburger place on the corner?”

“Please?” Logan asked, looking at Lina.

Nick met Lina’s eyes. “What do you say?”