Chase shrugged. “Well, it’s not so bad once we cleaned that mildew up. Besides, so far I’ve learned how to grocery shop, dress down a manager, and start a fire. And tomorrow Zeke’s going to teach me how to fish. That’s a good start to this adulting thing, and once we get electricity, we can get the cabin in better shape. Is this sudden about-face about your sister? You want to leave because of her?”

Yes.

“Not necessarily. I can deal with Neve. I just thought you wanted to go.” Olivia didn’t meet Chase’s gaze.

“And since when did what I want matter?” Chase asked.

“With the chaos and the cabin’s condition, I thought it might be better to cut our losses.”

“We’re already here, and besides, we have pizza rolls.” Chase gave Zeke a saucy grin.

Olivia not only felt upside down but inside out. Chase wanted to stay, Neve wanted to stay, and it looked like Zeke wanted at least one of them to stay. Which was a problem.

“We’ll stay for the time being,” Olivia said, spinning on her heel, confused, angry, and slightly bolstered by Chase’s response. At least the actress’s attitude had improved. She knew that had to do with Zeke, but she would address that later. At present, Olivia needed to get herself together and stop letting Neve get to her. She also had to stamp out the stupid memories, the things she’d already shut the door on.

Accepting the things you cannot change was a motto she’d learned was true long ago.

But that was easier said than done.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The meadow was filled with scraggly yellow-tipped flowers and small purple ones, which made it look almost like a movie set Chase had once worked on in Montana. That movie involved a group of killer grizzly bears and unsuspecting college students. Stupid movie. Everyone knew bears were solitary creatures. Still, the scenery on location had made Chase feel alive. She wished she knew the names of the flowers swishing against her calves. Growing flowers was something her mother used to do, letting Chase help her plant happy pansies or luscious impatiens in the window box of their small apartment.

That had been before Chase got her first commercial. Before she had a real agent. Before her mother focused on Chase’s career and forgot that her first role was being a mother.

“Careful,” Zeke said, motioning her around a rough patch of brambles and steering her toward the woods that looked like a dusky ruffle at the hem of Mount Larsen’s gown.