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“Shit.”

“Yeah. Shit.”

“I … um …”

“Same,” she says when words fail me.

Despite my worry for my brother when he finds out, I hug Kenna again.

“Do you want to join us?”

She looks at the girls, who nod with excited smiles.

“Oh, maybe another night.”

“Okay, well, here.” I grab one of my business cards from my purse. “My cell is on here. Call or text me. I’d love to catch up.”

“Sure, I can do that. Until I find a job, I have plenty of free time to catch up.”

I keep the smile on my face, but so many questions run through my mind. The biggest one is why she’s back.

“Oh!” Brooke says, capturing everyone’s attention. “Why don’t you hire her at the lodge? You’re always saying you and Gavin could use help.”

“Oh, no,” Kenna and I say at the same time. Then we exchange a sad smile.

I speak first. “Kenna, I love you, and I’ve missed you, but Gavin would probably disown me if I hired you.”

And I don’t even know why. None of us do.

“Yeah, I know, but it’s okay, I’ll figure something out.”

She gives me another hug and then waves goodbye to everyone.

“Soooo,” Sadie says. “What’s that about?”

I sigh and drop into my seat. “That,” I say and look every woman in the eye, “is Gavin’s story to tell.”

“Sounds like a juicy one,” Brooke says and rubs her hands together. “Like the one we all just read.”

Just go inside.

It’s your cabin.

Everything will be fine.

I stand in front of my cabin door, blowing out a breath and watching it float away in the cold winter air.

As soon as we were done with the reporter earlier, I said I needed to get back to work, and then I texted Preston that I was going to meet the girls. We haven’t spoken since, but the living room light is on, which is a good sign that Preston is still awake.

A part of me is glad he pulled that earlier. I needed a healthy reminder that this isn’t real.

These feelings.

Sure, the lust might be real, and the attraction definitely is, but the rest of it isn’t.

I take another deep breath and open the door.

As soon as I walk in, Preston stands from the couch. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants; he’s clearly ready to go to bed but waiting for me.