“She probably will. He said it ended in May, and she stayed with him all summer. She still loves him. She told me.”

“Maybe she just found out.”

“I don’t think so. Remember when she was crying on the deck that night and then Adele came over? That’s probably when she found out.”

Logan considered this for a moment. “I wouldn’t take someone back if they cheated on me. I hope she doesn’t take him back.”

“Do you want her to marry someone else?”

“No!” He turned his lips down.

“Well, I think that’s how it works. She’s not that old. If they get divorced, she’ll probably start dating and stuff. That would be really weird.” She couldn’t imagine her mom with someone other than her dad.

“I’m never going to cheat,” Logan said. “Not even on my girlfriend. It’s wrong.”

Katie flipped onto her side and stared at his profile. “Do you have a girlfriend?”

He hesitated, which surprised her, because she expected him to say no. “I kind of like Lisa,” he said.

She tried to recall a Lisa and then sat up so she could see his face. “Lisa Kendrick? She’s my age.”

He blushed. “She’s nice.”

“Oh my God, Logan. You’ve seen her boobs, haven’t you?” She had a huge chest.

“No,” he said, but his blush deepened.

Katie laughed. “You are such a liar.” She couldn’t believe he was hooking up with a girl her age, but then she thought of how Emma seemed to want to talk to him more lately. She always thought of him as so much younger, but maybe you couldn’t judge your own brother. And considering he was over six feet tall, he looked older than fourteen. “Have you had sex with her?”

“No!”

This time she did believe him. “Do you want to?”

“I don’t want to talk about this with you. It’s weird.”

“Why is it weird?” She lay back down.

“Because you’re my sister.”

“It’s only weird if you think it is. Emma and Ryan talk about everything.”

“I’m not talking to you about sex.” He picked up a lacrosse ball off his nightstand and began tossing it up in the air. “What about you? Do you like anyone?”

“Remember Matt?”

He caught the ball and turned his head, meeting her eyes. “You told Mom and Dad you didn’t like him.”

“I lied.”

“Mom?”

“Logan.” Lina wiped the tears from her eyes. “Hi.”

“Are you okay?” he asked, his eyebrows pulled together in concern.

“I’m fine. I was just—I’m just a little sad.” She smiled up at him.

“Do you want me to sit with you or something?”

“No. I was just going to go upstairs and shower. I’m fine. Please don’t worry about me.”