Mattie scrambled off the bed and followed me. “Tell me more about the guy from last night. Did you get his number? I really don’t think you’re in a position to be turning down anyone right now.”

I shot her a dirty look before trudging up the wooden stairs. “Why would I get his number? It’s not like I’m going to date him or something.”

“Not date. Flirt. Hook up. Have you no imagination?”

I threw open the door to the main floor. “That sounds like a distraction. I need to focus on perfecting my résumé and getting interviews,” I said, walking into the short hallway that led to the door to the backyard. Immediately to the left was the opening for the kitchen, where voices spilled out.

“And you can’t get laid while you’re at it?” Mattie asked as we both stepped into the kitchen.

I froze as soon as I saw him. Mattie’s husband, Giles, stood there with a cup of coffee—but he wasn’t alone. Leaning against the counter, wearing a gray sweatshirt, a beanie, and a smirk, was Oliver.

Shit.

Not only did I look like absolute crap while he looked completely perfect, he had definitely overheard Mattie.

“Um.” Giles gave us both a raised brow look. “Morning?”

I turned to Mattie and whispered in her ear, “That’s the guy.”

When I pulled away, she had a confused look in her eyes before a lightbulb went off. She glanced at Oliver then back at me, giving a small nod of approval.

“Morning,” she said loudly, sweeping into the kitchen and wrapping an arm around her husband. “I was just telling Frankie that she needs to have some fun while she’s here.”

I tipped my head back and groaned. “And I was just telling your nosy wife that I don’t have time.”

“You have nothing except time.” Mattie reached into a cupboard and pulled out two mugs before handing me one.

“Thanks for that,” I said flatly, taking the mug.

“Mattie, this is Oliver. Ollie, this is my wife, Mattie.” Giles pointed the spatula he was using to scramble some eggs between the two of them.

“Thanks again for all the hospitality.” Oliver reached out to shake Mattie’s hand. “And it’s good to finally meet you. Giles says great things.”

Mattie squeezed Giles’s shoulder. “I would hope so. But seriously, thank you so much for coming. We never thought we’d find an advanced instructor to replace Johnny this late in the season.”

“Happy to be here,” Oliver said.

“And this is Mattie’s sister, Frankie. She’s staying with us for…well, I guess I don’t know exactly how long.” Giles sounded a bit worried about the idea of an open-ended visit.

“Frankie, huh?” Oliver stroked his chin, assessing me.

“Don’t worry, I’m not moving in or anything,” I said to Giles, ignoring Oliver and moving straight for the coffee machine.

I could feel Oliver’s eyes on me as I filled my mug from the carafe. When I met his gaze, he still wore a smug smile, clearly waiting for me to say something.