Spencer’s eyes met Olivia’s in the rearview mirror. She could see aggravation in those baby blues. Goodness, his eyes were pretty. Robin’s-egg blue. Or maybe California-sky blue. Just . . . whoa.

Olivia cleared her throat. “Okay, so I’m going to drop you back at your vehicle, and then I’ll drive Chase back to the rehab center, get her checked in, and this will be a blip on all of our radars. Something to forget about.”

Chase flipped the mirror up. “Wait, I thought I was going with you.”

“After this stunt? No. I can’t trust you not to bolt again, and frankly, I did this as a favor to Conrad, and I’m about all out of favors. You can go back to Cedar Point and forget you ever met me.” Olivia meant it. She didn’t want to deal with theatrics, search and rescue, or whatever else this drama mama intended to bring her way. She had too much else to attend to in her life—namely, a book breathing down her neck—to take on this kind of trouble.

Chase looked at her and then back at Spencer. “I don’t want to go back to Cedar Point. I won’t leave until I finish your program. I promise.”

“Yeah, well, you already broke the agreement you signed,” Olivia said, putting the car into reverse.

“No, I didn’t sign it. I looked at it and pretended to sign it, shoved it in the folder, and handed it back to that dragon at the front desk. See? Technically, I didn’t violate your agreement.”

Olivia shook her head. She wasn’t even responsible for this bit of baggage? Made it a ton easier to drop Chase at Cedar Point and then get back to her own life. “Good. That makes everything easier when I take you back.”

Spencer pressed a hand between them. “Let’s all calm down. How about I go inside and get us a few coffees? While I’m gone, you two sit and think about what will be best for Chase. I’m assuming you’re a therapist, and they always want what is best for their patients, even their ‘almost’ patients. A round of lattes will help us all feel better. I know it will help me, because I had just gotten up when Chase called. I’m caffeine deficient at present.”

Olivia glanced at the dashboard clock: 12:47 p.m.

What adult got up that late?

“Fine. Make mine nonfat, no whip, soy milk if they have it,” Chase said, picking at her fingernails. Bright-pink flecks clung to her nails where Chase had likely picked off the rest of the polish over the last few weeks.

“Just black coffee for me,” said Olivia. She’d toss Spencer a bone and let him think she could be swayed.

“Got it,” he said, hopping out and starting toward the coffee shop. Halfway there, he pivoted and came back, tapping on the window.

Olivia rolled it down.

“Uh, I don’t have any money. My wallet’s in my truck.”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” Olivia said, pushing Chase’s leg aside and grabbing her purse. She found a twenty-dollar bill and handed it to Spencer. “That should cover it. If not, just use your dimples.”