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My sweatshirt muffles Aidan’s indifferent response. “That’s cool. She driving with us, or Morgan?”

“Morgan. Eve has a Friday class too.” I yank the hood off so Conor’s reply is clearer.

“Okay. You guys in for breakfast burritos?”

That’sit. That’s their whole fucking conversation about Eve coming with us before Hart replies that he’s starving.

I can’t decide if Harlow’s best friend joining our trip is a positive development or will be a worse week than I was anticipating. When we made plans for spring break—in hopes it would be right after we’d won a national championship—neither Aidan nor Conor had girlfriends. I said I was fine with Rylan and Harlow joining us, and I am.

Graduation is rapidly approaching, and once it arrives, everything will change.

Conor’s praying for a shot at the pros. Aidan, I have no clue where he’ll end up. My guess is he’ll try to stay in Washington since Rylan has another year left at Holt. And me? I got accepted into every graduate program I applied to, and I haven’t told a single person.

I knew having Harlow and Rylan join our trip would change the group dynamic. And I’m not sure if adding Eve to theequation will make the week any less uncomfortable for me. She’s single—still, apparently—but she also just broke up with her long-term boyfriend. If she’s looking for anything, it’ll be a rebound.

“Morgan? Breakfast burritos?”

I tug a pair of Holt Hockey sweatpants on and shut my locker carefully. “Yeah, I’m in.”

“Cool. Let’s go.”

It’s drizzling when we head outside, washing away the last of the snow.

Aidan scowls up at the gray sky. “I checked the weather for Calaveras earlier. It’s not supposed to be much warmer there than it’s been here.” He makes a face, then brightens. “But I double-checked the rental comes with wetsuits. And—there’s a hot tub.”

I clap a hand to my chest. “Really? No way!”

I couldn’t tell you anything about the place Aidan rentedexceptthat it has a hot tub, with how frequently he’s mentioned the feature. At least he’s stopped suggesting we install one in our tiny yard.

“Have you noticed Morgan has been extra sarcastic lately?” Aidan asks Conor. “I think it’s a side effect of celibacy.”

I roll my eyes. “Know a lot of sassy priests, do you?”

Hart laughs. “What is it with you and hot tubs, Phillips?”

He shrugs. “What’s not to like about them? It’s where I met the love of my life.”

Conor snorts. “You were nakedanddrunk.”

“I don’t want to seeanything, Phillips,” I remind Aidan.

That was a stipulation before I agreed to the girls coming. I’m glad they’re both happy—Conor in particular is way more relaxed when Harlow is around—but that doesn’t mean I want to spend the week being reminded how single I am. Or see anything R-rated. It’s bad enough our house has thin walls andAidan abandoned hisno girls overrule when he got with Rylan. Earplugs are one thing, but I refuse to walk around wearing a blindfold.

“I can control myself, Morgan,” Aidan retorts.

“News to me,” I reply.

I found him and Rylan making out in the upstairs bathroom three days ago. Fully clothed—thank fuck—but lots of wandering hands. The door was half open, so I walked in without realizingwhatI was walking in to.

Aidan rolls his eyes. “How come you’re not lecturing Hart?”

“Because I’ve yet to find him hitting second base in the bathroom.”

I don’t think that’s because of consideration of me, though. Hart’s just possessive of Harlow. He wouldn’t hook up with her anywhere there’s a risk of someone seeing.

Conor groans. “The bathroom? Really, Phillips?”

Aidan shrugs. “Why not?”

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