She’s pretty sure Jonathen “with an e” isn’t actively trying to be offensive or creepy, but Willa has no desire to share her family history with a stranger she’ll never see again, especially since he’s too old to be hitting on her. So she smiles and shrugs. “Any or all of the above, I guess.”

“Well, whatever it is, I’m digging it. Very sexy.”

Gross.

“You know, I need to use the ladies’ room,” Willa says. “It’s upstairs, right?”

“I’ll save your seat,” he calls after her.

She waves. “Sure. Thanks.”

At the top of the stairs, she spots Campbell in the doorway, handing his ID to the bouncer. Willa’s mouth spreads into a smile, and just as she’s about to weave her way through the crowd, a blond girl slides her arms around Cam’s waist from behind. He twists at the torso and his face lights up. When she tilts her chin, he lowers his head to drop a kiss on her lips.

Willa thinks her eyes must be playing tricks on her. This must be a guy who resembles Cam. She blinks, but the scene doesn’t change. He is still here, at the same bar, in the same city, with a girl who is not her. She feels like a dropped glass, razor sharp and shattered.

“Shit.” The need to flee claws inside her chest and she looks around wildly for an escape. She can’t look at Campbell. Can’t speak to him. Or else she might really break.

Willa ducks down the hallway leading to the bathrooms and tugs open the door to the ladies’ room, where a couple of girls are pressed against the graffitied wall, kissing. It’s not desperate, no-coming-up-for-air making out, but tender kisses punctuated with smiles and inaudible words. The night takes an even more bizarre turn when Willa recognizes the blond French braid, the black denim skirt.

She stands there for a moment, her jaw somewhere in the vicinity of her shoes. Why is this something she doesn’t know about Taylor? Has she always liked girls? Did Finley know? Willa stands until she realizes that she is invading their privacy, such that it is. Thrown for a loop by both Nicholsons, Willa slips quietly out of the restroom, walks down the hall, and shoulders her way out into the street. She takes Taylor’s phone from her purse and texts Campbell.

It’s Willa. I have Taylor’s phone. Tell her I’m going back to the boat.

Where are you?

Just tell her.