“We’re so glad you came,” Alicia said. “Liz and I had fun talking with you. We hope you heed our advice.”

Haven tilted her head and smiled. “I’ll definitely give it some thought.”

“What advice is that?” Trevor asked.

“I’ll tell you later.”

“Girl talk,” Garrett said. “It’s always a mystery. Whenever Alicia gets together with the Riley women, it’s like an hours-long chat fest. They spend a whole day together, doing the lunch or dinner thing. It’s like I’ve lost my woman.”

Alicia patted the side of his face. “Awww, poor baby. You know I like my girl time. Besides, we all have to get together to complain about you guys. It’s like free therapy.”

“Come on. We’re not that bad,” Garrett said.

“Of course you’re not.” Alicia grinned at Haven.

Trevor laughed. “I’m glad I’m not a Riley. This sounds like torture.”

“Oh, but didn’t Haven tell you? We’ve officially adopted her into the women clan. She’s going shopping with all of us next week. And then out to dinner. So we can indoctrinate her into our cult.”

Trevor cast a glance at Haven. “You are?”

Haven looked just as surprised. “I am?”

“You are. I just decided. You’re saying yes, aren’t you?”

“I . . . yes.”

“Good,” Alicia said. “I’ll call you with details.”

Trevor liked the smile on Haven’s face. It’d be good for her to make some friends out here, rather than hanging out with him all the time. And he liked Alicia and Liz.

After they visited a while longer, they said their thanks and left.

“Do you have a game tomorrow?” Haven asked when they got in the car.

“No. It’s an off day.”

“I see.”

“Why?”

“Just asking.”

“Did you want to spend some time on the interview?”

“Yes.”

He got the idea there was something else on her mind besides just scheduling interview time tomorrow. “What else, Haven?”

She half turned to face him. “There’s nothing else. Just work.”

Somehow, he knew there’d been more. She’d gone quiet, as if she were thinking hard about something.

They were both silent for the rest of the drive. Once they were inside, Haven started toward her wing of the house.

“I’m heading up to bed,” she said, hardly looking at him. “See you in the morning, Trevor.”

“Haven.”

She stopped. Looked up at him. “Yes?”

“Is there something you want to talk about?”

She paused for a few seconds before answering. “Not tonight. See you in the morning, Trevor.”

He stood at the entryway, watching her. “Okay.”

He could have pressed it with her, could have poured her a drink and they could have gone outside. Maybe he could have drawn out of her what she was so pensive about.

But he didn’t want to push, and they had time. So he’d let it go.

But he sure as hell wanted to know what was on her mind.

Chapter Nine

HAVEN WENT UPSTAIRS AND CLOSED HER DOOR, THEN got ready for bed.

Though she didn’t know why. She was restless and not at all tired, still keyed up after the party—after the conversation she’d had with Alicia and Liz about Trevor.

She sat in bed and turned on the television, then immediately turned it back off.

She wandered to the window, staring out over the sky. Her gaze was drawn to the pool area. She could take a swim. The pool was heated. There was a hot tub down there, too. Maybe she’d pour a glass of wine and sit in the hot tub. That would relax her a little and then she might be able to sleep.

But then she caught sight of Trevor, beer in hand, coming outside to take a seat on one of the chaises. He sat away from the deck, near the pool house storage area. She could barely see him, so she shifted to the far window to get a better view.

She should mind her own damn business and quit peeping out the window like a damn stalker. He probably just wanted some alone time to think.

But for some reason, she couldn’t walk away from the window. She could go down there and have a drink with him, but being near him was disconcerting, and her thoughts about him were confusing enough at the moment. It was best to just—

Just what? Hang out here and observe from the window?

She was a moron. A moron who wasn’t moving away from the window.