Eva
The lake always smelled like wet pine and old secrets after sunset. Caleb says I romanticize everything, but that’s because he doesn’t notice the way people breathe when they think no one is watching. He invited his three best friends for “a guys’ lake weekend,” and somehow it turned into a couples-not-couples long weekend because I happened to be off work and “you should come, babe, you’ll finally get to know them properly.” I knew them well enough from wedding stories and Bachelor party photos. Jace with the smile that got him out of trouble. Mason with the quiet scowl that drew women like moths. Theo who barely spoke but saw too much. What I didn’t know—what I had not prepared for—was the way all three of them would look at me once we were trapped together under one roof with liquo
