Sophie couldn’t help her reaction. It was instinctive, telling her that she wasn’t quite over the verbal bullying she’d faced with Lucas. When she sucked in a breath, Kenna glanced at her and then frowned. “You do know I’m kidding.”

“Of course,” Sophie said quickly. Apparently too quickly, because Kenna stared at her for a beat and then closed her eyes and muttered something.

“What are you doing?” Sophie asked.

“Telling myself not to meddle.”

“Meddle in what?”

Kenna sighed. “Okay, listen. I like you, Sophie. I like you a lot.”

“Uh…I like you too?”

“No, you don’t understand,” Kenna said. “I don’t like anyone.”

“Not even the Mitch who sent you flowers?”

Kenna sighed again. “Well, actually, I like him too much, but that’s another story.” She paused. “I want to tell you something else about us Kincaids.”

“What?” Sophie asked cautiously.

“Sometimes we get it into our heads that we know best about something. And then we try to solve a problem without even letting you know that there is a problem. You get me?”

“No,” Sophie said.

“It goes back to that outspoken thing. But we also try to do the right thing, and then end up knee-deep in shit of our own making—you know what I’m saying?”

“Not even a little bit,” Sophie said.

Kenna grimaced. “Men can be stupid. You know that, right?”

“Not telling me anything new.”

“Well, the Kincaid men are no exception to that—except their stupidity is usually done with the best of intentions. They look big and tough, but the truth is they wouldn’t hurt a fly. Remember that. The best intentions, okay?”

“Okay,” Sophie said, and then found herself being pulled in for a hug. “Okay, so we’re hugging it out.”

Kenna squeezed her tight. “Yes.”

“And what exactly are we hugging out?”

“You and Jacob are going to be good for each other,” Kenna said softly. “You’re going to heal each other too.”

Why did she feel like Kenna had just told her something very important and she’d missed it? “Kenna—”

“Shh! He’s watching us with those eagle eyes of his. Don’t look! He’ll know I told you. You can’t tell him I told you, Sophie.”

Sophie shook her head and lifted her hands. “Even if I wanted to,” she said honestly.

Kenna laughed. “What you can tell him is that I approve. No, wait. Don’t tell him that either. He’s just ornery enough to do the opposite of what I want, just to spite me.”

“The opposite of…?”

Kenna grinned. “You don’t have brothers. I can totally tell.”

Sophie laughed. “Are you speaking English? Because I swear it sounds like English, but…”

Kenna laughed, and then they were dragged into refereeing a wild game of Frisbee golf with five army vets. It took both of them to keep the group from cheating and all-out brawling as they seemed to want to do.

Halfway through the game, Sophie’s attention was drawn to the wakeboarding boat buzzing the shore.

Jacob was behind the wheel, Chris riding shotgun, holding up a flag signaling they had someone in the water.

“That’s Hud,” Kenna said. “He’s a maniac on a wakeboard. How much you want to bet that he and Jacob are in some sort of do-or-die competition?”

Sophie turned and stared at her. “Why would they do that?”

“Uh, because they each have a penis?” Kenna asked.

The guys with them burst out laughing.

“Don’t even think about denying it,” Kenna told them.

Sure enough, two minutes later the boat whipped past the shore towing Hud. He whooped it up, and everyone onshore whooped back at him.

Then he hunkered down on his board and flew at the boat’s wake, jumping it at a jaw-dropping height.

“Nice,” Kenna said.

“I could do better,” a guy said, coming up on Kenna’s side. His badge said MITCH, and he flashed Kenna a sexy grin.

So this was the guy, the one Kenna liked too much.

Kenna rolled her eyes at him. “Must everything be a competition?”

“Competition used to be your life,” he said. “You gave it one hundred percent of you, and you were the best in the country.”

“And then I learned that not everything has to be won,” she said. “Some things have to be earned.”