I blame that one-worded answer for why it takes me ten minutes to decide between the three bathing suit options I have here. One is a sporty one-piece from my high school swim team. One is a red halter-style from a spring break trip in college. The last is a navy set with a scalloped edge. I try on all three and rule out the one-piece. The red is the most revealing. That leaves the navy. I change into that and then see half of the bottoms is pilled. No wonder I left it behind.

“Evie! You coming?” Noah calls.

“Be right there,” I shout back.

Red it is. I risk a final glance in the mirror before I leave my room. It’s not that I don’t think I look good. And I’d be lying if I said I’m not curious what Gray’s reaction might be. He’s seen me in a bikini before, but not since high school. Definitely not since he saw me wearing nothing at all.

The guys have made even more of a mess of the kitchen. The leftovers from Juliet are almost all gone, and they also broke into the alcohol stash. I pour a glass of what smells like a margarita and take a long sip before I pad out, barefoot, onto the back deck. Emmett and Noah are setting up the hoops in the pool. Harrison and Gray are sorting through the bin of floats and noodles. Looking for a ball to use, I’m guessing.

“You’ll probably have better luck finding one in the garage.”

They both look up when I speak. Harrison’s eyes widen before he quickly glances back down. Gray doesn’t visibly react at all. But he doesn’t look away either. And his gaze isn’t staying on my face. I feel his eyes rove over me like a physical touch. Goose bumps form. I wonder if he’s thinking about what we might be doing right now if Noah, Emmett, and Harrison hadn’t shown up. That’s what I’m thinking about.

“I’ll check the garage.” Harrison heads that way.

I hope it’ll leave me and Gray alone for a minute. We weren’t just interrupted—we were interrupted by my brother, who happens to be his best friend. I’m not sure how Noah might react to me getting involved with one of his best friends. It’s not a conversation we’ve ever had. I have no idea if Gray might rethink things between us following the reminder I’m not just a girl from a bar.

Emmett and Noah come over to us before Gray or I can say a word.

Emmett lets out a low whistle. “Ever given a patient a heart attack because you showed up, Dr. Collins?”