Alda was terrible at taking the offensive and merely shoved Jouri.

“Well, you had your chance, so don’t blame me. Frank, let Meg sit on your back and do twenty push-ups.” Frank promptly dropped to the floor, and Meg sat on his back while counting.

“One!” “Two…”

On the other hand, Jouri was not looking Frank’s way as she whispered to Alda, “Aren’t you jealous?”

“Why would I be?” Alda smiled. “He can do anything he likes as long as I’m the first in his heart, with no one coming close.” Jouri gave her a huge thumbs-up. “You city girls really know how to play the game.”

Just then, Frank was done with his push-ups.

Meg was reluctant to leave Frank’s embrace, but too much of a good thing could be bad, so she sat beside Frank instead. However, Jouri quickly noticed that. “A bet’s a bet! It isn’t time yet!”