“Was it cute?” Fifi asked. “Was it sexy? Did you let him lead? Did you tumble into it accidentally?”
“Please stop talking for the love of everything I hold dear.”
“Did you make out in the woods? Or the tent? Or—”
“Tent!” I shouted, losing all composure.
Both sisters froze, and Violet squealed. Actually squealed.
“You slept with him in a tent? That is so on brand for you, Sienna.”
“It’s not!” I paced a short, frantic circle around the island.
“It wasn’t… I mean, yes… but no. It’s complicated!”
“In what world,” Fifi said calmly, “is sleeping with a man in a tent on a work tripnotcomplicated?”
“Plus, the honeymooners definitely thought you two were married,” Violet reminded me. “The review said as much, and now we know why.”
“Yes!” I laughed. “They did! They literally thought we were theGuide Couple. They invited us to kiss for photos!”
Fifi clasped her hands together. “And? Did you?”
“No!” I paused. “…maybe once.”
Both of my sisters shrieked.
“It was just a kiss!” I insisted. “A small kiss!”
A lie.
Nothing with him felt small.
I was doomed.
“What even started it?” Violet demanded.
“Frigid temperatures.” Words failed. Spectacularly.
“Oh my gosh, Sienna.” Fifi covered her mouth. “You’re in so much trouble.”
“I know!” I groaned.
“No,” Violet corrected, “not that kind of trouble. The other kind. The feelings kind.”
My entire rib cage clenched. “No. Wrong. Incorrect. I am not in love.”
“We didn’t say love,” Fifi said. “You did.”
I screamed internally.
Then, as if my humiliation wasn’t complete, the lodge door opened, and I tensed like a hunted creature.
But it wasn’t Carson.
It was Beck.
“Hey,” he said cheerfully, then stopped. “Wow. What happened to your face?”
