“I may have gone a tad overboard,” she says when she finally stops laughing. “Hey, it’s like when you walk into a sports shop, and you come out with seven sticks.”

“Yeah,” I say, shaking my head. “I want to say I was surprised, but …”

“Do they fit?” Zara asks, and I look over at Caroline.

“She got me twelve pairs of jeans,” she whispers and then motions with her fingers the one and the two.

“She hasn’t tried anything on,” I tell Zara.

“I chose all the guy things,” Evan says, and he comes into view. “Tell Dylan I did that.”

“Thank you!” Dylan yells and then smiles. “You’re still better than him,” he whispers to me, and I laugh.

“We arrive on Friday,” Zara says. “I think Mom and Dad are coming in on Thursday.”

“Cool,” I tell them and look over to see that Caroline is looking down and folding clothes, and I can see her leg moving. “When is everyone else coming down?”

“I think Friday,” Zara says.

“Mark is actually going to arrive on Saturday,” Evan says. “In the morning.”

“We should have a big family dinner on Saturday,” Zara says.

“Can’t,” I say. “I’m taking Caroline out.” Looking over at her, I see her head come up. “I already made plans.”

“Oh, look at you, being all romantic,” Zara teases me. “We can watch Dylan.”

“Yeah, that sounds good. He can teach Evan some new tricks on the Xbox,” I joke with her, and Dylan just smirks.

“Actually, I’m going to come down on Thursday. I want to get on the ice Friday,” Evan says, then looks at Zara. “Beautiful, can we go down on Thursday?”

“I guess,” she says. “Okay, I have to go now as I have to up my planning.”

“Take care,” I tell them. “See you Thursday.”

“Family dinner Friday night!” Evan yells, and I nod my head right before they disconnect.

“Okay, are you two almost done with the mess?” I look over at them, and Dylan points at his pile of clothes.

“Can you help me carry them to my room?” he asks, and I nod my head, but I stop in front of Caroline first and give her a small kiss, then surprise her with another kiss.

“Why don’t you get changed to go to the pool, and we can head down?” I ask, and she just nods her head.

“I’m going to finish folding the clothes first,” she says and then looks at me. “I don’t know what to do with all these clothes.”

“Wear them,” Dylan says as if it’s a no-brainer.

“She bought me two cocktail dresses,” she says, picking one up that is white. “And high heels.” She picks up the white strappy heels that go with the dress. “I’ve never worn high heels.”