WILLA WAKES UP WISHING SHE could travel back in time to relive last night. Campbell is still asleep just a couple of feet away, and her body feels . . . effervescent. They didn’t have sex—Willa has lines she’s not ready to cross just yet—but her memory still feels the warmth of his hands on her skin and the taste of his mouth. For a few moments she’s content to watch him sleep, but then she glances across the cabin at Taylor, who is awake and scowling, and Willa wishes she could rewind to the point where they hadn’t left Taylor behind at the party.

“I’m really sorry about last night,” Willa whispers.

Taylor doesn’t respond. She kicks away her comforter, gathers her shower gear, and walks off the boat without saying a word.

“I think she’s still pretty pissed.” Cam’s voice is husky from sleep. He taps Willa’s arm, and when she looks up, he beckons her to join him in the v-berth. “She’ll get over it.”

“You should go talk to her,” Willa says.

“I can’t go anywhere right now,” he says. “I have a raging case of morning wood.”

She laughs and throws her pillow at him. “Fine. I’ll go.”

“No,” he groans. “Stay here with me.”

Willa is so tempted to climb into the v-berth with him and make up for lost time. Except her relationship with Taylor is so fragile. So breakable. Instead, Willa walks up to the shower house and into the ladies’ room. Only one shower is running and Taylor’s striped towel hangs on the hook outside the curtain.

“Taylor? It’s me.”

Steam wisps out over the top of the shower curtain, but Taylor doesn’t respond.

“I know there’s no excuse for leaving you at the party,” Willa continues. “I don’t know what to say other than I’m sorry.”

“You made a promise that my brother was off-limits.”

“Seriously?” Willa is taken aback that of all the things Taylor could be upset about, this is the one. “You’re holding me to a middle school pinkie swear? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?”

“Yeah, ridiculous Taylor, not wanting people to use her to get to Cam.”

“I never used you for anything,” Willa says. “This has literally nothing to do with you.”

For a prolonged moment, the rush of water echoing around the room is the only sound. Then Taylor says, “What about Finley?”