That was Ava; her marriage was falling apart, but looking at her, no one would have a clue. If Olivia had cried like that earlier today, she’d still have a stuffy nose, and her eyelids would resemble a pair of used tea bags. While she sometimes had to work at not feeling insignificant around her year-older sister, she also knew that Ava deserved all the amazing success that had come her way, especially in terms of how far she’d gone in her career as a real estate agent.

Aside from their height—they’d both topped out at five feet, eight inches—and similarities in face shape, most notably in the eyes and nose, people rarely guessed they were related, much less sisters. Ava had blue eyes and raven-black hair and spotless skin. Olivia’s hair was bright red, her eyes a muddy hazel, and she had an abundance of freckles.

It was no surprise that back in high school, guys had looked her over like a pheasant hidden in the grass whenever her sister was around. Ava had known how to make their secondhand clothes look fashionable, how to project a you-could-complete-me vibe, and somehow perfected the best angle to turn up her chin to look ridiculously but genuinely demure.

But as put together as her sister seemed—even now—one of the dozen texts she’d sent had been to declare that they’d be swinging by the nearest Wendy’s on the way home for a giant Frosty, her number-one comfort food. For Ava, Frosties even topped their grandma’s chicken pot pie, which was famous countywide. Not Olivia. When trouble mounted, Olivia couldn’t think of anything better to drown her sorrows in than that pot pie.

Thinking of the pot pie reminded her of how much flack they were going to get when their family figured out they had been this close to home and hadn’t stopped by. Earlier, Ava had made it clear she wasn’t in the space to see anyone tonight. Not with what was going on with her marriage.

Even though Olivia knew avoiding her family wasn’t going to help douse the rumors that were most likely already beginning to circulate, she wasn’t about to object. Starting out, she’d had no intention of showing up at the farm today. Knowing her intense make-out session would soon be the talk of the town didn’t make her want to show up there any more than before. Besides, it had been a long day, and she had a lot to process.

Behind them came the solid thwack of a truck door being shut. Olivia was pretty sure even a toddler would’ve caught something significant in the look Ava directed her way after setting eyes on Gabe. “Uh, yeah, you know I’m going to want the full.”