Lina jumped and spun around at the sound of Logan’s voice. “You scared me,” she breathed, her hand on her chest. “How was the camp?” He was attending a half-day lacrosse camp at a local school.

“Good. Who do all the cars belong to?”

“Katie has some friends over. They’re at the pool.” Lina watched him look out the window.

“I’m going to see if they want to play water volleyball,” he said, seemingly unfazed that the group looked different than the kids he normally associated with.

“Who’s in our pool?” Megan asked when she arrived home an hour later.

“Katie’s friends,” Lina said.

“Oh my God!” Megan practically gasped. “Katie’s sitting next to a guy with a full-sleeve tattoo! Gross.”

“Megan!” Lina frowned at her. “You don’t even know him. Don’t judge a book by its cover.”

“What? I’m not allowed to have an opinion? How does she even know him? He looks older than me.”

“I think he’s friends with Emma’s brother.”

“Well, so much for hanging out at the pool,” Megan said before crossing to the refrigerator. “I’m not going anywhere near them.”

“Your brother is fourteen, and he’s taller than me,” Matt said. “What happened to you?” He was submerged up to his chest in water as he lounged on the underwater steps leading into the pool while Katie stood a couple of feet in front of him. The rest of the group, which now included Logan, was playing water volleyball at the other end of the pool.

Katie looked back at Logan, who was laughing at something Ryan was saying. “I take after my mom’s family. He’s like my dad.”

“What does your dad do?”

“He’s a lawyer,” Katie said.

“He must be good at it.” Matt’s gaze traveled around the elaborate stone patio.

Katie shrugged. “I guess.” Her father was the last person she wanted to discuss. “He’s an asshole.”

Matt’s eyes returned to Katie. “You shouldn’t say that.”

“Why not? It’s true.”

“Does he hit you?”

“Of course not.” Katie frowned.

“You said he was an asshole.”

“He put me on restriction for six months,” she reminded him, feeling defensive. “And now I can barely breathe without his permission.”

“At least he gives a fuck about you.”

“You don’t know that.” She didn’t want to argue with him, but she didn’t want him to believe her father was some saint.

“That’s what it sounds like to me.”

“You’re wrong, he—” She stopped midsentence and began to sputter when he splashed water in her face.

“Just cooling you off, Hunter.”

“You asshole.” She began to splash him back as she backed away to avoid the onslaught of water, and then he was launching himself at her and grabbing her around the waist as he dunked her backwards into the water.