“Excuse me for caring. It’s not like you haven’t forgotten before,” Andie sniped. “You’re not dressed yet.”

“I decided to sign up for the toga party.” Julia held the door open with one hand and tugged the sheet higher with the other. “You didn’t see it on the itinerary?”

“Nope, not on here.” Andie held up the sheet with the list of activities. “We’re supposed to turn these in at breakfast.” She slipped past Julia, into the room. “Which we’re going to miss if you don’t hurry up and get ready.” She paused, cocking her head. “Jules—are you naked under there?”

“You’re supposed to call me Meg.” Julia let the door swing shut and hopped into the bathroom. She flipped on the faucet. “Remember, Carrie?”

“Not when it’s just us.” Andie glanced around, taking in Julia’s disheveled appearance before eyeing the rumpled bed. “And it is just us in here, right?”

“Yes, it’s just us,” Julia snapped. “Who else would be in here?”

“I have a few ideas.” Andie smirked. She pointedly watched Julia dry her hands. “Were you playing with the Chrises?”

“That’s Kat’s thing, not mine.” Julia flushed and clutched at the sheets still draped around her, trying to keep them from slithering to the floor. “But yes,” she admitted. “I was.”

“Good for you.” Andie laughed. “Now hurry up and get some clothes on.” She checked her smartwatch. “Breakfast starts in fourteen minutes and twenty-seven seconds.”

“Great. I only need fourteen minutes and twenty-five seconds,” Julia promised.

Fourteen minutes and twenty-one seconds later, Julia made it to the breakfast room in time to snag a cup of coffee before Andie flagged her down. She was sitting at one of the banquet tables, along with David and Patrick, the couple they’d had dinner with last night. And, in an interesting development, seated next to Andie was the football jersey guy from last night.

“Where’s Kat?” she asked, when she reached the table.

“You mean Bridget?” a chipper faux-British voice called from behind her. “Right here.”

Julia turned, smiling at her friend. “Yes. Bridget.”

Kat/Bridget yawned. “Remind me again, why are we up so early?”

“Food.” Andie jabbed a finger at the breakfast buffet.

“Uh-oh,” Kat murmured, as she and Julia hurried over to the buffet. “She’s got her game face on.”

“You didn’t notice it when she came to your room to check if you were awake?” Julia asked, filling a bowl with yogurt and granola.

Kat scooped some scrambled eggs and a few sausages onto a plate. “I refused to open the door.”

“Smart,” Julia said, topping her bowl off with slices of fresh fruit, wishing she’d thought to do the same.

Back at the table, she slid into the empty seat on the other side of Andie, who was busy smothering a bagel with cream cheese. “What are we carb loading for, anyway?”