Olympia had just poured her balsamic vinaigrette over her greens when her office door opened. If Chet had brought her another heavy lunch, Olympia wasn’t sure what she would do.
But it was Sheryl.
“Oh, hey,” she said, mixing in her pine nuts, goat cheese, and cherry tomatoes. “What’s up?”
“I wanted to talk to you for a minute.” Sheryl sighed as she sat in the chair across from Olympia.
“How was the bonfire last night?” Olympia asked, putting a big bite of salad in her mouth afterward. She watched Sheryl, who wore a worried look on her face.
“It was fun.”
Olympia swallowed and pierced her sister with her knowing, older-sister look. “I saw you holding Gage’s hand.”
“Yeah, well.” Sheryl shrugged, a flush crawling up her neck. “He thinks it’ll keep Ricky further away, but it doesn’t see
