As if Phoebe had read her mind, she said, “How are you doing for money? I know you haven’t—”

“I’m doing fine. No problem.” As much as Molly loved her sister, she sometimes wished that everything Phoebe touched hadn’t turned to gold. It made Molly feel so inadequate. Phoebe was wealthy, beautiful, and emotionally stable. Molly was poor, merely attractive, and she’d been a lot closer to a nervous breakdown than she’d ever admit. Phoebe had overcome enormous odds to become one of the most powerful owners in the NFL, but Molly couldn’t even defend her fictional bunny from a real-life attack.

After she hung up, she chatted with some of the guests, then put fresh towels in the bathrooms while Kevin checked a retired couple from Cleveland into one of the cottages. Afterward she headed to her own cottage so she could change into the red suit he’d bought her and go for a swim.

As she pulled the two-piece suit from the bag, she discovered that the bottom wasn’t quite a thong, but since it was held together by only a narrow tie on each side, it was a little skimpier than she liked. The top, however, had an underwire that pushed her up in all the right places, and Roo seemed to approve.

Although the air temperature was in the low eighties, the lake still hadn’t warmed up, and the beach was deserted when she got there. She hissed against the cold as she waded in. Roo got his paws wet, then backed off and chased the herons instead. When she couldn’t stand the torture any longer, she dove under.

She came up gasping, then began a vigorous sidestroke to keep warm as she caught sight of Kevin standing on the Common. Nine years of summer camp had taught her the importance of the buddy system, but he was near enough that he’d hear her yell if she started to drown.

She flipped to her back and swam for a while, avoiding the deeper water because, no matter what Kevin said, she was an extremely sensible person when it came to water safety. The next time she looked toward the Common, he was standing exactly where he’d been before.

He looked bored.

She waved her arm to catch his attention. He gave her a desultory wave back.

This wasn’t good. This wasn’t good at all.

She dove under and began to think.