“Kiss me,” I ordered, and he quickly obliged. When his lips touched mine, my thoughts left my head. I wrapped my arms around his neck and scooted onto his lap to sit sideways across his legs. We were so into each other that we didn’t hear the front door open; we didn’t break apart until I heard gagging sounds. I looked up and saw Rose standing there.

“My God, you guys. Did I step into a time machine?” She grinned at us, and I felt the déjà vu as well. “This is like old times. This house—me walking in on you guys, interrupting your make-out sesh. I’m sorry I gagged at you. Old habits die hard.” She laughed and flopped down into the chair across from us. I laughed and tried to move off Luke’s lap and back onto the couch, but he held me tight. I shrugged and smiled back at Rose.

“I’m happy for you guys. But I smell food, so later.” She stood up as the front door opened and Trevor and my dad walked through.

“Rosalie,” Trevor said.

My sister froze in her tracks. Her back stiffened, then she all but ran past them as she called out that she had to go. Trevor turned and watched her leave. Something was going on—or had gone on—between them. It was obvious. First, no one was allowed to call her Rosalie aside from my mother. Second, I knew she had met Trevor, but the look he gave her was more than friendly. It was stricken and hopeful. It appeared that I had another mystery to solve.

My dad, oblivious to the mini-drama that had just unfolded, announced, “I’m on my way, to the station. I forgot my keys.” Then he crossed over and entered the kitchen.

“Before you ask me what I know you’re about to ask—I don’t want to talk about it,” Trevor said to me and followed my dad into the kitchen.

“Well. That was rude,” I said, and Luke chuckled.

“Let’s worry about that another time,” he whispered in my ear, then kissed me again. I melted back into his arms, so we could continue our make-out sesh.

The rest of the day passed without any news from my father regarding the flash drive or Hawaiian shirted Derrick in the picture. I couldn’t understand why this was happening now? Over a year after Will’s death. It proved that whenever I got a little bit of happy something had to come along and threaten it.

24

Lily

I rolled over and stared at the clock on my mom’s guest bedroom nightstand. For once, the blaring, beeping, annoying alarm on my cell hadn’t woken me up. I stretched and sighed there was no crying baby, no Dylan standing at my bedside staring at me, nothing in this room but me and the sunshine shining through the window.