“Yeah.” Siobhan pulled her legs under her on the sofa and turned to face me. “Except most of my stuff was ruined because the smoke damage was so extensive. Rental insurance is covering it, but it’s still a pain to replace it all. Especially when I’m trying to live out of a suitcase in Dallas’s room.”

“I bet he doesn’t mind that part.” I picked up my chicken taco and bit into it. Heavenly. Between dinner out with Chase and takeout tonight, I was getting totally spoiled. It was a nice change from my usual broke college student fare.

She laughed, tucking a lock of dark hair behind her ear. “All three of them have been good about it, actually. I think Ty is probably the least thrilled to have a girl around all the time, but he’s managing. Either way, I don’t want to overstay my welcome.”

“Have you had the chance to look at any two-bedroom places yet?”

“I’ve got a list of potentials I thought we could look at.” She hesitated. “I hope I’m not getting ahead of myself. If you have anything in mind, we can totally go look at those too.”

I cringed. “Honestly, I haven’t even had the chance to look. I was pretty swamped this past week.”

Shiv gave me a look, the corners of her mouth quirking. “So I heard.”

“What did you hear?”

“Oh, Chase said you guys hung out twice. And he told me about your little skating date. I have to say, that’s pretty adorable.”

“It was fun,” I said, cheeks warming. “Until we got busted by the custodian in the middle of making out.” Sharing this tidbit was probably the margarita talking.

Her eyes widened, and she covered her mouth, giggling. “Shut up. You did not.”

“Well, almost. More like a close call, I guess.” I shrugged. “Has Dallas ever taken you skating?”

“No.” She shook her head. “I’m a Florida girl through and through. I don’t think I could even stand up in skates, let alone use them. Ice is a spectator-only surface for me.”

“Florida? Wow, you’re pretty far from home, huh?”

“By design,” she said. “The ex and all that. I wanted a buffer several states wide.”

Jeez. “Does he still try to contact you?” I pried, but she’d brought it up, so it seemed safe to broach the subject.

“Sometimes.” She took a bite of her enchilada. After she swallowed, she expanded. “My social media is on total lockdown, which helps to some degree. But a while ago, he got my phone number from a mutual friend. He called over and over again in the middle of the night. You should have heard Dallas when he answered. I changed my number the next day.”