I stand laughing at Christian’s awful attempt to get the ball down the ten-pin bowling alley with the help of Jenny. They are both equally poor at this, and Claire, one of Arrick’s friends I have known a long time, is standing laughing beside me. She loves Christian and seems to find him equally amusing. Her short sassy red hair, framing an elfin face, and almost lavender grey eyes, are homed in on the two of them, mirroring my amused expression.

“Chris is way too hot to be ...