At least Anna looked just as uncomfortable as Jett felt. That was relieving. If she had walked up to him with the same sass and swagger she’d had that morning, he wasn’t sure if he could put up with it long enough to make it through the evening. Instead, she stood defensively, and he wondered whether she was remorseful about the way she’d spoken to him or just feeling awkward because she hadn’t expected to talk to him again. It was hard to tell, and he didn’t bother to ask.

When she said they needed each other, he almost scoffed. He didn’t expect much, but it sounded like she was trying to move on without even an apology. It was pretty presumptuous of her to assume he would be fine with just letting the past go that easily. Unfortunately, he wasn’t in any position to demand an “I’m sorry,” especially since she was right that they [i]had[/i] to rely on each other if they wanted to stay on the show. As much as he disliked it, they were going to have to cooperate—at least long enough to get through the night.

Jett turned to face the pool with a shake of his head, smiling incredulously. He really hoped the producers wouldn’t keep pairing him up with Anna just for shits and giggles, but knowing how much they loved drama, he had a feeling this was just their first unwanted matchup of the season. In fact, there were probably at least two cameras on them right now, devouring the tension.

“I’ll try,” he drawled, glancing back at her when she told him not to drop her. His gaze lingered on her for a half second too long before he looked away again. Despite his simmering annoyance, he couldn’t deny that she looked hot in her bikini. That was what made the situation even worse. He hated that he was both attracted and repelled by her at the same time. It was confusing. Why did she have to be such a fireball on the outside [i]and[/i] inside? If she was one or the other, it would have been easier for him to decide where he stood with her.

“Look, Nina and Luke are about to square up with Adam and Traci,” Jett said suddenly, indicating toward the pool in an attempt to think about something else. “This oughta be good. Come on.” Without waiting for a reply, he waved a hand for her to follow him over to the patio lounge chairs where they could watch the tournament until it was their turn.