I don’t even know if Byron’s in the cabin, but it’s worth a shot. I can’t wait another minute to tell him how I feel. I run to the bus, but it pulls out before I get to it. I race behind it, trying to catch up. The driver must see me in the mirror, because the bus jerks to a halt and the doors hiss as they open.

“Hey,” I say. “Thanks for stopping.”

“I thought this journey would be a waste of time,” he says. “You going into town?”

“I just want to stop by Beth and Mike’s cabins,” I say.

“Sure thing,” he says. “Although they won’t be Beth and Mike’s cabins for much longer.”

“How come? What’s happened?”

“I heard they sold them to the guy who owns this place. Byron Miller, is it?”

The mention of his name sends sparks of electricity dancing over my skin. “He bought them?” I don’t know what it means, if it means anything. Maybe it was just a good investment. But it feels like it means something. Something important.

The lights in the cabin are on when the bus pulls up.

“Do you want me to wait?” the driver asks.

“I’ll be fine. I can Uber back if there’s no one home.”

“Right you are.” He gives me a quick salute and the doors hiss closed. The bus pulls off, leaving me standing in front of Byron’s cabin. But the lights are on in the cabin where I stayed, not Byron’s. Maybe someone else is renting? I climb up Byron’s porch, ready to knock on the door of the darkened cabin, but I pause. I can’t hear any signs of life at all.

What am I doing here?

If I wake him up, he’s going to wonder what the hell I’m doing. We’re due to meet in a little over seven hours. And I’m in my pajamas. It’s not my best look.

I pull out my phone and double-click the get-me-out-of-here also known as Uber app. Just then, there’s a noise over at my old cabin.

Byron stands in the doorway wearing plaid pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt stretched over his muscled torso.

We lock eyes from across the cabins. “Rosey?”

“I just couldn’t wait until eight,” I say, as if that explains everything. “I have all these things I want to say. And I’m sorry I woke you but⁠—”

“You didn’t wake me,” he interrupts. “And I want to hear all the things you want to say.”

“You weren’t asleep?”