“Is Amelia asleep?” Delia asks Grayson from where she’s cuddled up with Jack on the couch. His arm draped around her shoulders as she rests her head on his chest.

The two of them baffle me. Neither feel anything for each other than friendship, but you’d swear they were more. He says that Delia is just a girl who he likes being around and there is nothing but a sense of comfort. There’s always been something about him, though, something that says there’s someone who he’s not willing to admit feelings for.

But, then again, that was a long time ago, and I don’t know this new Jack very well.

Grayson looks at them and then to the only spot for him to sit—beside me. He nods. “She’s out like a light. She had a busy day.”

Jack laughs. “Yeah, the sea air and building an entire village of sand castles and houses will do that.”

“We did very well, thank you,” I chime in.

“You did. I am impressed.”

“I just executed her vision.”

Delia sighs deeply. “I love kids. I really thought we’d all be married and working on babies by now.”

Jack shudders. “Not me.”

“Please, you were the one who wanted to be married even more than those two,” Delia points at me and Grayson.

I bristle. “Grayson and I didn’t plan to get married.”

“We didn’t?”

I turn to him. “When did we plan it?”

“I don’t know . . . the ten thousand times we talked about life?”

“Those were just dreams not plans.”

Grayson’s eyes darken, and he clenches his fists before releasing them. “Right. I guess I was mistaken.”

Jack sits up, forcing Delia to do the same. “And I thought you guys were totally over everything. You know, that shit was all in the past.”

“It is,” Grayson says with a clipped tone.

“Yeah, totally appears that way,” Delia adds on. I turn to my best friend, a little miffed that she’s encouraging this. “What?”

Jack stands, offering his hand to her. “Why don’t we take a walk, Deals?”

She follows him, turning back to me and mouthing, sorry.

Great. Now we’re alone in this house with his daughter sleeping in the next room, both of us on edge after what Jack said. What could possibly go wrong?

Once they’re gone, I turn to Gray, wanting to smooth this over. Today has been a great day. I had so much fun, and I don’t think my words were jumbled once. It’s the best I’ve felt in the last month and a half since the crash.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to downplay anything we shared.”

He sighs. “You didn’t. It’s just this house.”