He didn’t even turn red. Instead he lifted an eyebrow as his gaze met Olivia’s.

She knew she was the color of the red kettle sitting on the stove next to him, but she also felt pleasure at the warmth and maybe slight possessiveness in his eyes.

Spencer’s mouth turned up as he held her gaze. “I don’t have to be back until Wednesday. Thought I would stay an extra day. It’s been fun.”

“Obviously,” Neve drawled.

Spencer lifted his cup in acknowledgment and said, “I’m going to grab a shower. You coming, Olivia?”

Neve and Chase turned to her, their eyes dancing. She blinked a few times, ripping her gaze from Spencer’s back to her half-full coffee cup.

Spencer stepped back and turned his head, arching that devastating brow.

“Yeah, are you coming, Olivia?” Neve repeated, grinning like a fool.

Chase actually tittered.

“Yeah, I think so,” Olivia said, scooting her chair back, leaving her coffee and following Spencer out the kitchen door. Chase’s and Neve’s laughter followed her, but for some reason she didn’t care. She couldn’t remember a time, outside of college, when she’d felt such a part of something natural, something family-like, and that it was with her sister and Chase was about as odd as anything.

Spencer reached back a hand, and she took it.

And that felt good, too.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

The water was cold.

Chase sprang back to the surface, sputtering and shooting daggers at Zeke, who stood several yards away, grinning like a naughty boy. He juggled the two balls he had left to throw from behind the red line.

All-district pitchers should not be allowed to participate in the dunking booth. And stupid celebrities should know better than to wear a white T-shirt to sit in said dunking booth. Of course, as soon as she took her first dunking and ended up chilled, she’d known that was a bad decision. Really bad.

But it had been good business for the dunking booth.

People clapped as she climbed the steps that would seat her back on the lever. She tried to calm her chattering teeth and not look so blue. The earlier warmth that had spurred the T-shirt had disappeared with a cold front blowing in. “Good shot, but I bet you miss the next two times.”

For one thing, Zeke had taken notice of the way her T-shirt clung when wet. For another, it was a white T-shirt. But the most telling predictor that she would not go back into the water was that Zeke had seen her shivering. Zeke was her last customer before she traded out with Spencer, and she was willing to bet after proving he still “had it” when it came to pitching, Zeke wouldn’t send her back into that freezing water. Just to be certain, she unwound her arms from her breasts and arched her back a little.