Hmm. Carrboro meant they were driving right through Chapel Hill to get there anyway, so it’s not like they’d gone out of their way to pick me up. They would have driven all the way from Raleigh regardless. But whatever. I’d been looking for reasons to delay my run anyway. “Fine. But I have to be home by noon.”

Chloe smiled in victory. “I promise.” She tossed her keys to a brown-haired girl—Melanie?—behind her. “Start the car. I want to be there before they start warming up.”

* * *

I was expecting the worst. Singles-organized, Saturday-morning badminton. Or the most cursed of all group sports—volleyball. Turned out, the game was soccer. I was willing to get behind a soccer game. Until I realized I was meant only to be a spectator.

I wasn’t good at spectating. Especially when it came to soccer.

“So we just sit and watch? Who’s gonna play?” I asked.

“Yes, we just watch.” Chloe tugged me down onto the bleachers that lined the field. “And you’ll see why soon enough. They should be arriving any minute.”

It didn’t look like there was going to be an actual official game. There was some semblance of a team warming up on the right half of the field, but I didn’t see any refs or officials. There wasn’t even a scoreboard. It looked like a casual pickup game in the park, which only reaffirmed my desire to play instead of watch. I was about to say as much when Chloe grabbed my arm and pointed. “Right there. There they are.”

“There who are?” I followed her gaze across the field. Walking in a side-by-side line past the left goal and toward center field, looking a little too much like an Adidas commercial, were four men.

“We call them the untouchables,” Emily whispered, her voice breathy and high.

“The what?”

“The untouchables,” Melanie repeated. “The Hamilton brothers. All Mormon. All gorgeous. And all completely, irrevocably undateable.”

Chloe sighed. “Sad, isn’t it?”

As soon as Melanie said “brothers,” I could see the common thread running through them all. It wasn’t a bad thread. It was decidedly good. I mean, I wasn’t going to sigh, but I also wasn’t sorry I’d come along. “Why are they untouchable?”

Chloe cleared her throat. “That one on the end—Cooper—he’s only nineteen and leaving for a mission at the end of the summer. The one in the blue—that’s David. He’s one of the twins. Not identical. He’s engaged. Gray shirt, green stripe on his socks—that’s Simon. He’s the oldest and totally boring and has a long-distance girlfriend who lives in . . . I don’t know. Somewhere far away. Overseas, maybe? I can’t remember.”

My eyes focused on the only brother yet to be mentioned. The other twin. “And the last one?”