“Oh, so he doesn’t think I’m the right person,” Olivia said under her breath as she put the car into gear. “What does he know? What does anyone know?”

“You know you’re talking out loud, right?”

Olivia made a frowny face and buttoned her lips.

Gone was the calm therapist with the placid demeanor, and in her place was a perturbed woman. Chase had to admit this Olivia was much more interesting.

“Can we go through the In-N-Out before you take me back to Cedar Point? The food at rehab blows.”

Olivia jerked her attention to Chase. “Do you have any money?”

She hadn’t thought about that. “Uh, maybe you can loan me ten bucks?”

“That’s not how life works. You don’t just get things because you want them. You can’t depend on others to rescue you because you’re a celebrity.”

Okay, so Olivia had gone back to being a bitch. “Is that one of your tenets for—what’s your program called?”

Olivia clenched her jaw. “It’s called Square One for many reasons, and you are correct that learning to rely on yourself instead of others is a basic principle. In fact, that’s pretty basic to being a decent person.”

“Huh, I never knew,” Chase drawled, aiming the vent away from her. The air-conditioning blew like an arctic storm, making goose pimples blanket her legs. Ice princess indeed. “So I’m guessing that’s a no on the burger and fries?”

“You catch on quick.”

Chase shrugged and turned her attention toward the buildings rushing by them. Wasn’t a total loss of a morning. She’d gotten to see Spencer, a guy who had always made her feel somewhat normal, and she’d gotten a coffee latte whip with sprinkles. Plus, she’d missed group therapy.

Several minutes later, Cedar Point appeared, a glass-and-wood monstrosity that repimpled her legs with goose bumps. Olivia pulled through the horseshoe drive to the covered entrance and put her car into park. The security guard grabbed a clipboard from his office, which opened to the drive, and started their way.

“Well, it’s been interesting,” Chase said, unbuckling her seat belt.

“Is that what you call it?” Olivia muttered, rolling down her window.

Chase grinned, opening the door and standing. “Sure. You got to meet the Hammer and spend time with moi. I’m always a good time. Ask anyone.”

“Including your dad’s friend?”

It was as if a wrecking ball came out of nowhere and slammed into Chase. The seat belt buckle flew from her hand, snapping back into place. She’d just stepped onto a slight incline leading to the front door and lost her balance, crashing into the side of the car, her back striking so hard her breath whooshed from her body. She slid back into the car seat, unable to breathe.

For a moment she knew how falling through ice into a winter pond felt. Her head went under, her body froze, and her mouth gaped. She’d felt this way once when she’d fallen off the monkey bars. Wind knocked out of her.