Olivia looked annoyed that Spencer was about to interrupt their nonconversation.

Spencer slung open the back door. “Hope you two have settled down, because I got double espresso shots.” He handed the cardboard container to Chase so he could fold his frame into the back seat.

She spotted the whipped cream confection she’d always requested on set. He’d even gotten her sprinkles. Something warm curled inside her, crowding out the blackness that ebbed and flowed. Spencer was a good friend.

“Doesn’t matter now. Olivia’s taking me back to rehab.”

Olivia stared straight ahead, her knuckles white against the wood grain steering wheel.

Spencer closed the door. “Doodlebug, I think you should stay with Olivia. She’s the right person to help you get back on your feet. She came after you, didn’t she?”

“What do you know?” Chase said, rolling her eyes. “Do you think she’s going to do anything that any other therapist hasn’t already tried? I know why I do what I do. I just can’t seem to stop saying To hell with it and chucking all my good intentions. I think that’s the definition of hopeless. Is that it, Ms. Han? That hopeless part?”

Olivia’s hands merely tightened.

“Here’s your coffee, Shrink,” Chase said, pulling the cup from the holder and waggling it in the air near Olivia’s face. “Spencer, I’m assuming this tea is yours. God, you’re such an old lady.”

“No, I’m not. Dudes like tea,” he said, plucking the cup with the dangling tea tag from the container. “Don’t hate ’cause I’m confident in my masculinity. Wearing tights every day does that to a guy.”

The smile popped up on Chase’s face before she could stop it. She loved Spence. He could charm the bloomers off a maiden aunt. Total bee’s knees of a guy. Strange that she’d never been interested in him romantically. They’d been friends, almost family for a time, but she’d never seen him in a romantic light. Couldn’t imagine even kissing his sexy lips for more than a friendly peck. If that.

Olivia still hadn’t taken her coffee, so Chase set it in the cupholder and took a sip of her frothy confection.

Total heaven.

Spencer clicked himself into the back seat. “Um, so are we just gonna sit here? I have to meet my trainer in an hour, so . . .”

Without a word, Olivia shifted the car into reverse and backed out.

For the next few minutes, while Chase slurped her decadent coffee whip and Olivia maneuvered around the busy street, no one said a word.

Chase didn’t want to go back to Cedar Point, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to go with Olivia. For one thing, she didn’t like the woman. She’d never cared for people like Olivia—people who thought they could fix other people. She’d learned that if she looked closely enough at the “fixers’” lives, they were even more screwed up than her own. If she were a betting woman—and let’s face it, she was—she’d put down a couple hundred that Olivia Han was as emotionally wrecked as she was. But the most important reason she wasn’t sure she should go with Olivia, if she were offering, was how easily she’d allowed her secret to spill out.