Charlie and I exit the car. I stand just outside the passenger side with the door wide open, taking it all in. I hear the trunk open and close before Charlie interrupts my reverie. “Hey, want to help me out over here?” I turn around and see her struggling to roll both pieces of our luggage on the dirt driveway.

“We’ll help out with those,” Bryson calls out as he and Santino jog over.

“See you guys found your way,” Santino says with a smile as he grabs a suitcase. Bryson grabs the other.

“Yeah. The GPS took us the long route, but we eventually made it,” Charlie says, stretching her limbs. We’re both a little achy from the three-hour drive.

Bryson smiles modestly. “I should have told you there was construction on the main road so it would reroute you a different way. Sorry.”

Charlie waves her hand. “No worries. It was great bonding time. Wasn’t it, Jenna?”

“Yeah.” I shut the car door.

Bryson jerks his head toward the house. “Well, let me show you guys where you’ll be staying.”

Charlie runs up between Santino and Bryson and starts chatting away as I follow closely behind. We reach the front porch and enter the home. It’s exactly what you’d hope a lake house would be like: open, airy, and bright. The oversized sectional and two recliners in the living area give the space a more masculine look. There’s no art on the wall, but there are a few large collage frames hanging over to one side, which I’m guessing are filled with family photos.

We follow the guys up the stairs and into one of the five bedrooms with two twin beds. They place our luggage down. “This is where you girls will be staying. I hope it’s okay?” Bryson asks.

I slowly whirl around, meeting him eye to eye. “Yes. It’s perfect, thank you.”

He nods once. “All right. We’ll let you girls get settled in.” He glances at his watch. “It’s only six. We have food in the kitchen if you’re hungry. People will start arriving around eight.”

“It’ll be fun, girls,” Santino says to us, but his focus is entirely on Charlie who’s by the door, smiling flirtatiously in return. Bryson grips Santino by the shoulder and hauls him out of the room, shutting the door behind them.

I let out a large huff. “What are we doing here?”

Charlie gives me a distraught look and then places both hands to her hips. Here comes dramatic Charlie. “What do you mean by ‘What are we doing here?’ You said it was okay, that we should come. Please don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts.”

“It just feels bizarre. Earlier today I had an argument with my mother, an episode. Now I’m here, standing in a room at a lake house that’s owned by the contractors working for my parents.” I toss a hand in the air. “None of that strikes you as odd? Not even a little bit?”

Charlie drops her arms, walks over, and grips my biceps. “Odd? No. Exciting? Yes. Loosen up a bit.” She shimmies my arms. “Tonight will be fun. I promise. We’ll leave first thing tomorrow morning if you’re still feeling this way.”

I raise a brow in question. “Promise?”

She brings a hand to her chest. “Promise.”

“Okay, let’s go downstairs, then.”

“Attagirl!”

Charlie and I are introduced to the other three guys—Justin, Danny, and Scott—who are also working on the guesthouse for my parents. They seem like nice guys, though I can’t help but notice that Logan isn’t around. No one has mentioned him, and I don’t want to seem interested, so I leave it at that. We’re all sitting around the kitchen table and the guys are telling us how these summer parties of theirs work.

“And you have one every weekend for the entire summer?” Charlie asks, very entertained by their stories.

Bryson answers, “Pretty much. We started seven years ago for my twenty-first birthday and it’s been a thing ever since.” He takes a sip of his beer. All the guys and Charlie are drinking already. I’m sure I’ll be babysitting her the rest of the night.

“When’s your birthday?” I ask.

He looks at me from across the table and his face lights up with a huge grin. “Tomorrow, actually.”

Charlie leans over the table, her breasts practically spilling out of her low-cut shirt. “Na-uh. Shut up!” He laughs at her and nods. “Well, happy birthday! We have to do something special for you.”

I roll my eyes, shake my head, and look toward the living area just as the front door swings open. Logan steps in, wiping the dirt of his shoes along the welcome rug. My heart does a backflip and starts crashing around in my chest. I saw him this morning. He saw me this morning. I feel embarrassed now. The way I looked. The way I acted. He witnessed all of it.

“Logan, my man.” Santino jumps up from the chair beside Bryson and spreads his arms, greeting Logan.

Logan nods at Santino and heads over to us. My face heats up and I avert my eyes. Can anyone hear my heartbeat right now? It’s so loud.

“Hey, guys.” He looks around the table, and I gaze up at him just as his eyes land on me. A shocked expression appears on his masculine features, and then he relaxes with a smile. “Glad you ladies could make it.”

“Thanks. Logan, right?” Charlie asks.

“Yeah, it’s Logan. Not Lance. Just Logan.” He grins at me.

Oh. My. God. Did anyone else catch that? I look around furtively. No one’s paying attention, thank God. My chest expands in relief.

Logan walks over to the fridge, right behind where Charlie is seated, and pulls out a beer. “What time you guys get here?” He shuts the fridge, turns around, and looks at Santino and Bryson, waiting for a response from them as he chugs down a beer.

Santino scratches the back of his head. “Um, around five. Right?” He looks over to Bryson for confirmation.

“Yeah, man, around five. My father keep you late?” Bryson asks.

Logan leans against the kitchen counter beside the fridge. I look down at my half-empty glass of water. This clear glass is quite interesting all of a sudden. “Yep,” Logan replies, popping the P.

Santino laughs. “Well, what did you expect? You knew that bullshit lie about helping a stranded girl on the street wasn’t gonna fly with your uncle. You should’ve just said you slept in. I think he’d respect that a bit more.”

My heart just dropped. The stranded girl is me. I’m the girl he pulled over for this morning. I’m the girl he waited patiently with until Charlie arrived. I think I’m going to be sick. I look up at Charlie. She glances at me with a concerned look and flicks her brows as if asking, “Are you okay?” I nod and stand quickly, trying to keep calm. “Excuse me. I have to use the bathroom.”

“There’s one over by the living area.” Bryson points toward the right of him. I dart straight to the bathroom and press my back into the door the moment I close it.

What the hell are you doing here, Jenna? My mind begins to race with thoughts. At least they’re my thoughts for a change. This is ridiculous. It’s times like this I wish I knew how to drive; I’d jump into Charlie’s car, speed out of here, and never look back. As far as I can tell, the only people that know about this morning are Logan, Charlie, and me. If anyone else knew, I think I’d be sick. Beyond sick. People would start asking questions, and questions lead to more questions. And unanswered questions lead to curiosity. I can’t have that. It’s bad enough Logan probably thinks less of me.

I breathe in and out evenly, stepping to the sink to dab my face with cool water. Once I’m pulled together, I step out. Charlie’s face is the first thing I see when I open the door. She scares the living daylights out of me. “What are you doing standing there like that?”

“I heard you talking to yourself,” she whispers, which is really a harsh non-whisper because Charlie is the worst whisperer ever.

Shit. I look around. The guys are no longer in the kitchen. “Did anyone else hear?”