As soon as my head hits the pillow, instead of drifting off into a peaceful and dreamless slumber, as one should, my brain decides to replay the highlights from this afternoon like a super-annoying sportsball show.

Jack rising out of the pool like some nineties perfume-ad model, tossing back his wet hair, water droplets creating a perfect trail down his cut stomach.

Jack’s eyes visibly heating as he takes me in in my fabulous and definitely sexy bikini.

Jack turning and sprinting from the pool, doing anything and everything to get away from me as quickly as humanly possible.

Thirty minutes of that super-fun torture reel is enough to push me out of bed and send me tiptoeing down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Enough moonlight trickles in from the eight million windows of this fancy-ass house that I don’t need to turn any lights on. I pull gently on the fridge, looking for a water pitcher.

“Sadie!”

“What the fuck?” I jump about a foot, my voice at top volume.

“Shhhh.” Harley comes around the gigantic kitchen island, shushing me and closing the fridge.

“Don’t shush me, you scared the shit out of me,” I whisper. Fiercely.

“Sorry.” She hands me a glass of water.

I gesture to the padded bar stools surrounding the marble-topped island. “What are you doing up?”

“Same thing as you I suppose. Couldn’t sleep.”

I take a sip of water, and my heart rate finally returns to normal. “Does your non-sleeping have anything to do with a certain man just down the hall?”

She arches one eyebrow. “Does yours?”

“I asked you first.” I give her a wicked grin.

She smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. And she doesn’t answer my question.

“It’s not exactly a secret, you know. You and Nick. Gem and I have known for a while. And we’d never judge you for wanting to be together. We want you guys to be happy. Hopefully you know that.”

“I know.” She twists her seat, angling it away from mine.

I take a deep breath because I know there’s only one thing to do in this particular situation with Harley. I need to sit in the silence and let her talk when she’s ready. I literally have to bite my tongue to keep from filling the quiet with my blather, but I do it, because I know it’s what she needs.

Finally, she takes a sip of her own water, shifting ever so slightly back in my direction. “Nick wants to make it official, take things public, so to speak.”

Pursing my lips tightly, I just barely keep in a squeal of joy. “That’s a good thing, right? I mean, you do also want to be official?”