Then she and Cam exchanged a look that Piper couldn’t translate. There was tension there. Not sexual, or at least she didn’t think so, but that might’ve been wishful thinking on her part. Telling herself it didn’t matter, she strode to the wood stove and stoked the fire back to life, adding wood, taking a moment to hold her hands out to the flames. Not that she was cold. Nope, Cam had been her own personal heater. She was just sorry she’d actually slept and slept hard, and hadn’t taken a moment to enjoy being in someone’s arms again.

“You shouldn’t have come home just because of me,” Piper said. “The flights are too expensive.”

“I didn’t fly.”

Piper craned her neck to stare at her. “What do you mean you didn’t fly?”

“I drove.”

This took Piper aback. “You drove the POS we bought you in Santa Barbara, the one that was only for getting you around town?”

“And it got me around.” Winnie smiled. “It got me all the way here. Well, to the gas station anyway. From there I had to walk in. Too many downed trees on the road.”

“Are you kidding me? Do you know how dangerous that was, especially in the storm?”

“The storm’s over. And think of it this way, if someone’s stupid enough to steal the car, they deserve it.”

Piper had a lot more to say about this, but she could feel Cam watching them curiously. “We’ll finish talking about this later.”

“Oh, goodie,” Winnie said. “Because talking always works out so well for us.”

She didn’t know how her sister did it, how she managed to step on Piper’s one sore nerve every single time. Step on it, stomp on it, kick it . . . “I didn’t want you missing any classes.”

“It’s teacher conference week, or something like that,” Winnie said with a shrug. “I’m not missing anything.”

“You should be studying—”

“Piper, I’m twenty, not twelve. I think I know how to handle my life.”

“Gee, I must be home,” came a new voice. “Because there’s fighting. Also, I didn’t fly either. I took a bus. Because when you’re alive, Piper, you answer your damn phone.”

Gavin . . . ? Piper whirled toward the door. Yep, her brother stood there with that always-present easygoing smile he gave the world.

Winnie made a happy sound and flew at him for a hug.

Gavin sighed dramatically, but hugged her back. “Win, you look like shit. You okay?”

“Wow.” Winnie pulled back. “If you ever want to be humbled, ask your brother how you look.”

“Happy to help.” Gavin looked just like Piper and Winnie, except to Piper’s ever-loving annoyance, he was lean to the point of looking underfed.

She’d never looked underfed a day in her life. “My phone died,” she said, and hugged him too.