He was so handsome today, even with how casual he looked wearing a backward blue-and-black baseball cap that made his eyes pop. It didn’t hurt that a backward cap on a man sent me straight to horny orbit for some reason, and the gray sweatpants he had on were doing nothing to help the cause.

Or rather, they were doing everything to help.

I nodded, reflecting the smile he wore so effortlessly, mine coming a little more strained these days. “I’ve never been more ready. Let’s go.”

We got out of the car and grabbed the two small suitcases from the trunk, rolling them over the crunchy stone and gravel, reaching the door just as another car pulled up.

“Sup, studs!” Tia shouted as she leaned out the window, waving. Jessica jumped out of the passenger side, and Yvette hopped out of the back. They helped Tia with their bags before coming up onto the porch with us, all of them gawking at the cabin that towered above me.

“This is where we’re staying?” Yvette asked in disbelief. “I might need to be dragged out of here.”

“They can’t drag all of us out, right? Let’s just become a commune of mountain squatters,” Tia suggested, an arm thrown around her girlfriend’s shoulders.

Jess looked at her, brow arched, the silver ring that looped through it sparkling in the afternoon sunlight. “Let’s not and say we did.”

Tia shrugged. “We’ll see.” She leaned in and gave Jess a kiss, which seemed to brighten her face up by about a thousand watts.

“There’s Eric and Tristan,” I said, pointing to the truck that drove up toward us. “The gang’s all here.”

The boys climbed out of the truck and grabbed their luggage, both of them bringing only a book bag strapped on their shoulders. “That’s all you guys brought?” Yvette asked.

“We’re only here for the weekend. What else do I need?” Eric said. “I’ve got three pairs of underwear and three shirts rolled up in here. Plus my book and my notebook. I’m ready.”

“Bathing suit?” Yvette asked.

“That too,” he said, his lips quirking to the side as the doubt played off his face, his beard unable to hide it.

“Yeah, he forgot that,” Tristan said, smacking him on his chest and bringing out a laugh from the group. “Come on, let’s check this place out.”

I turned to the keypad on the door and typed in the numbers Robby gave me. For a second, I was scared we had all been pranked, the door taking a short moment to react to the password. Thankfully, the red light turned green, and two heavy locks slid open, and the door slightly pushed forward.