Olivia reined in her raw emotions and tried to plaster a neutral expression on her face.

“I did it,” Chase said, setting the black purse Olivia had insisted she take on the small bench by the door, her face radiating with accomplishment. “I caught a trout.”

Looking quite pleased himself, Zeke followed. “I’m a helluva guide, Olivia.”

“He is. He taught me how to swirl the line and even tie on the jig. Do you know what a jig is?” Chase asked, tugging the shirt off, revealing the tight T-shirt beneath, and holding it out to Zeke. “Thanks for letting me borrow this.”

Zeke took the flannel, his gaze remaining on Chase as she tugged her hair into a ponytail and grabbed the expensive athletic jacket hanging on the coatrack. “Sure.”

“We need to go, Chase. We have to be at Rock Glen in twenty minutes,” Olivia said in order to interrupt the intimate display of . . . affection going on right in front of her.

She’d worried about letting Chase go with Zeke on the outing. The only thing that made her relent was knowing what kind of guy Zeke was. Yeah, he was a dude, but she remembered how her grandfather had talked about his neighbor, praising his generosity and big heart. Zeke had left a high-stress job working as an attorney for a corporate raider to live a smaller life, one in which he volunteered with the Boys & Girls Club and helped at the Northern California food bank. Besides, he didn’t seem remotely Chase’s type, being that he was a good deal older and didn’t look the type to date silly blonde actresses. Zeke seemed like a gentleman, the kind of guy Chase probably hadn’t been around very often if Hollywood rumors were to be believed.

Still, a reminder that Square One required total focus on healing and reconstructing one’s life without romantic attachments might be necessary for Chase. If a client was in a committed relationship, Olivia had a relationship counselor brought in to work with the couple, but if the client was unattached, romance was heavily discouraged. Compliance with this dictate was in the contract.

“You’re going to Rock Glen?” Zeke asked, looking puzzled.

“Olivia volunteered us to run their games this afternoon. It’s another part of adulting. Not sure what part, but I like games.” Chase wriggled her shoulders in a playful manner.

Zeke raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, let’s go,” Olivia said, picking up her bag and grabbing a sweater. Perhaps she also needed to say something to Zeke about steering clear of Chase. Learning how to set boundaries with friends was important for Chase to learn, but this seemed to be tripping toward something more than friendship.

“Thanks for taking me fishing, Zeke. Who would have guessed how much I like catching disgusting fish?” Chase raised a hand to high-five the big guy.