Even though Finley’s feelings for Cam were delivered as punch lines, it doesn’t make them any less valid. If she were here, she would be crushed. Willa’s shoulders sag, and she leans her head back against the cool tile wall. Just once she’d like to be able to think about Campbell without having to factor Finley into the equation. She pushes off the wall and heads toward the door. “Maybe you should ask yourself why a dead girl’s feelings are more important than mine.”

Cam is dressed and sitting in the cockpit when Willa gets back to the boat.

“How’d it go?” he asks, shading his eyes with his hand to look at her.

“As well as you’d expect.”

He laughs. “That good, huh?”

“In middle school she accused me of stealing Finley’s friendship away from her,” Willa says. “Now she thinks I stole you from Finley.”

“I was never into Fin like that.” Cam hauls Willa down beside him. He wraps an arm around her head and pulls her over to kiss her temple. She tickles his side, and he retaliates by kissing her neck, making her squirm. “You, on the other hand . . .”

A bubble of guilt threatens to break the surface of her happiness, but she presses her lips against Campbell’s mouth and forgets all about Finley—just once.

Breakfast is an awkward combination of eggs, bacon, and silence, and afterward Cam retrieves a pair of wooden X-shaped supports from the back of his truck. The bridges spanning the Oswego River are too low for sailboats to pass under, so the marina crew removes the mast and cradles it on the supports, one on the bow of the boat, the other on the deck just behind the companionway.

“So what happens now?” Campbell asks.

The boat is ready to go, and their plan has always been that Cam would travel with them as far as Catskill, where the mast will go back up and he will get a ride to Oswego for his truck. But it’s impossible to gauge what Taylor is thinking when she’s been giving them the silent treatment all morning.

“Do whatever you want,” Taylor says.

“Don’t be like that.” Willa gestures back and forth between the two of them. “This is our trip.”

“So should I just pretend like last night never happened? Like it’s totally cool that you abandoned me to hook up with my brother?”

Willa shrugs. “I’ve been pretending for years that you never called me trailer trash. Trust me, it gets easier with practice.”

Cam’s eyes go wide as Taylor’s mouth drops open. She snaps it shut and looks down at her feet, her cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment, and mumbles, “Let’s just go.”