For a moment, I stand there, awkwardly watching him dab cream beneath his eyes, thinking about grandma hugs and home-cooked dinners, and Jack on a balcony saying, Why her? “Andrew,” I eventually croak. “We can’t do this.”

He eyes me over his shoulder in the mirror. “We can’t… share a room? I think it might give us away if we sleep in separate beds.”

“We can’t lie to your family.”

And I can’t lie to you about Jack. Or lie to Jack about you.

“Of course we can! We’ll get better at it, I promise.”

“It’s not a matter of our ability to lie. It’s about the morality of lying!”

“You were fine with compromising your morals for two hundred thousand dollars a few hours ago.”

“That was before I met your family and realized how lovely they all are.” And before I found out I slept with your sister. “And before Dylan expressed their utter disbelief you could ever be marrying a girl like me unless I’m terminal.”

Andrew winces. “Wait… you overheard that?”

I don’t bother trying to explain the mechanics of my balcony eavesdropping. “Yeah. I did.”

He presses a jade roller across his forehead. “I guess I should’ve assumed they might be intense about this whole thing.”

“Why would you assume that? What’s going on with you and Dylan?”

“Nothing!” Andrew swivels around in his chair to face me, jade roller twisting between his fingers like a baton. “Well, I mean, we sort of, kind of… used to date?” Andrew is also guilty of misplaced question marks because it’s obvious there is no sort of, kind of about this.

“Does everyone know about this? Does Jack know?”

“It’s… complicated?”

“Well, that’s a no. Why didn’t you tell me you and Dylan used to date before I got here?”

“I didn’t really think it was relevant information,” Andrew grumbles. “They’re not here as my ex. They’re here as my sister’s best friend.”

“Well, your sister’s best friend hates me, and now I’m starting to see why! Which makes it relevant, Andrew!”

Andrew slumps in his chair. “Dylan isn’t jealous, if that’s what you’re implying.”

For someone so successful, Andrew can also be so very oblivious. “They are absolutely jealous.”

Andrew attempts to pinch his brow, but it’s currently slick with rose oil. “Our thing was a million years ago,” he reassures me. “Dylan and I hooked up a few summers in college. We were never going to last. We want different things.”

“So, you just casually dated your sister’s best friend–slash–kind of surrogate sibling?”

“It was mostly casual.” Andrew chews on his bottom lip before he finally confesses: “And we maybe sort of relapsed last Christmas when Jack didn’t come to the cabin and we were alone together.”