Camille turned to me, incensed. “Just because you love someone doesn’t mean you have to spill everything you know.”

“I guess it depends on who the secrets affect, don’t you think?” I asked, still unable to extinguish my anger.

Camille’s opened mouth snapped shut, and she found the same spot in the ocean the boys had been staring at before, clenching her teeth. She didn’t seem particularly angry with me. It was more like she was frustrated with whatever secret she was keeping.

“So, you know why Travis is upset,” I said to Camille. “But you haven’t told Trenton because it has to do with Thomas?”

Taylor looked to Camille for confirmation, and she looked to me, desperate for me to stop.

My mouth pulled to the side. “I’m sorry. None of this is directed at you.” I sighed. “We all have secrets, Cami. We just have to make sure keeping them doesn’t hurt the people we love.”

Camille watched me for a long time, and then her eyes returned to the ocean, filling with salty tears.

“What the hell is going on around here?” Taylor asked, his head moving back and forth between Camille and me.

“We should probably get some breakfast and then start packing. We have to leave for the airport by … what do you think? Noon?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Taylor said, still concerned over Camille. He stood, holding out his hand for me.

I took it and followed him to Bleuwater, the primary dining venue on the property.

Taylor was quiet, eating his omelet, lost in thought while he chewed.

“Who was she?” I asked.

Taylor stopped chewing.

I wrinkled my nose and shook my head. “Don’t answer that.”

“She wasn’t you.”

“Nope,” I said before clenching my teeth.

He was waiting patiently as the anger boiled inside of me. He knew as well as I did what was coming.

“Four days? Really?” I hissed.

Taylor stared at his plate.

“Say something,” I said.

“There is nothing to say. I have no excuse. I fucked up.”

“You said a week. That’s what you said. You couldn’t even make it to your own deadline before you were swiping your player’s card in someone else’s slot.”

He nodded.

“Don’t fucking nod at me. Don’t just sit there and take it.”

He looked up at me. “What do you want me to say? I’m sitting here, scared to death that you’re going to kick me to the curb, and there’s not a damn thing I can do because we both know I deserve it, Falyn. So, I’m just going to keep my fucking head down.”

“How am I supposed to respond to that?”

He opened his mouth to speak and then thought better of it.