Frankie took a sip of her coffee.

Felix grinned. “See, Audrey, you should have Frankie’s skin color. She doesn’t turn nearly as pink as you do.”

After a moment, Regan focused on Frankie. “Are you going out with Uncle Bull?”

Frankie choked on her drink. “No. No, I’m not. No.”

“Why not? He’s really nice—and a hunk. Women are always all over him.” Regan said.

“Oh, really.” Frankie had to unclench her jaw. “Well. I’m sure he’s exceedingly popular with women, but I’m too busy to date anyone—and I’ll be returning to New York once the summer is over.”

“Now, doesn’t that have a familiar ring?” Lillian wagged her finger at Audrey. “However, I’m afraid Bull hasn’t found anyone to capture his interest, which is a shame. He would be much happier with a good woman, don’t you agree, Regan?”

Oh, wait a minute here. Dragging in children to make a point was cheating. Frankie gave Lillian a frown to show her she’d broken the unspoken rules.

Regan studied the woman who had just given Lillian a dirty look. Only, her mouth had tipped up, kinda like she was almost laughing, too.

Frankie’d been all embarrassed when she talked about Uncle Bull. Almost like how Niko had turned all red when he sat beside Delaney at lunch, and stupidhead Shelby made smoochie noises. But Shelby’d been right, cuz Niko totally liked Delaney.

Was this Frankie crushing on Uncle Bull? Maaaybe. Uncle Bull wasn’t usually interested in women, but he sure kept watching her across the lake last weekend. Maybe he was like…lonely. Papá had JJ now, and Uncle Gabe had Audrey. Uncle Hawk didn’t act like he’d want a girlfriend, but Uncle Bull might. Grammy Lillian said he’d be happier with a good woman, and she knew, like, everything about love stuff.

But would this Frankie be okay for Uncle Bull?

Papá said Uncle Bull was married two times, but sometimes people didn’t stay together cuz it turned out they didn’t like the same stuff. And that made sense, Regan decided.

Maybe she should check…? Okay, so, Uncle Bull liked cooking and fighting. “Do you like to cook?” Regan asked Frankie.

She blinked and then smiled. “I love to cook. My grandmother taught me a lot, and then, I worked in a restaurant when I was in college and learned a lot of their specialties. How about you? Do you like being in the kitchen?”

“Yeah.” Regan grinned. “I made donuts last week. It was way chill.”

Audrey snickered. “The guys found out, and the donuts were gone before lunch.”

“Four men—I bet.” The way Frankie rolled her eyes made Regan laugh.

“I shared,” Regan said. “I could’ve guarded my donuts if I wanted to, cuz Papá’s teaching me to fight—and Uncle Bull’s helping him.”