“Jesus, Chase, what the hell is going on? You call me and land me in this?” Spencer asked, leaning up between the seats, startling her.

“Uh, could you both please fasten your seat belts?” Olivia asked, clicking her belt into place and putting on her turn signal.

She felt the eye roll from the passenger beside her.

“I called you because I don’t have my car. And besides, you’re the kind of person I can count on,” Chase said, pulling the seat belt across her torso. Spencer didn’t follow her directive. He stayed put, and she could smell the scent of clean laundry and expensive cologne wafting from him. She wondered briefly who did his laundry. A girlfriend? A housekeeper? Or did he do it himself?

A car horn jolted her from her weird reverie. Olivia realized she’d been sitting at a green light. “Where am I going? Because your car is back there.” She met his eyes in the rearview mirror. A flush crept up the back of her neck before she jerked her gaze back to the busy street.

Keep focused.

“I don’t know. Pull in a parking lot or something. We just couldn’t stay there with that lady wanting to film this whole . . . whatever this is,” he said, gesturing with one hand.

Olivia spied a parking lot in front of a coffee shop and pulled into the lot where only a few empty cars were parked. She shifted into park and then shut the engine off.

Chase stared resolutely ahead, saying nothing, so Olivia turned in her seat and shook her head, trying to figure out what to do.

Spencer regarded her with suspicious eyes. He arched one eyebrow. “So? What next?”

Olivia extended her hand. “First, I should introduce myself. I’m Olivia Han, and I am currently responsible for Chase as of”—she glanced at her watch—“thirty-three minutes ago.”

“Responsible how? And why did she call me if she had you?”

Exactly. Olivia knew she looked incompetent for letting Chase out of her sight. Her worst nightmare, even in front of someone who likely didn’t know her or her reputation.

Chase glanced over the seat. “She’s my new therapist who checked me out of Cedar Point. I’m sober already, so I decided to leave on my own. I don’t need any more ‘help.’ I’m good.”

Spencer studied Chase for a few seconds. “You sure? ’Cause someone who is running away from court-ordered rehab may not be good. You knew you’d get into trouble, so why did you do that?”

“Because,” Chase said, turning her gaze outside the window.

“Because why? She just said that you’d go to jail if you didn’t go with her, so why would you drag me into this?” The boyish aw, shucks was gone. Spencer sounded annoyed, as he should have been.

“You weren’t going to get in trouble,” Chase scoffed, flipping down the visor and sliding open the mirror. She frowned at her reflection. “And why do you think I left? No one wants to be in rehab. I had to get out of there.”