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  “Oh my God. Are you sure?”

  “Yes, but she’s my sister,” I said. “What choice do I have?”

  “Do you really love him, Lake? Really, really love him, the kind of love that makes Rhett pine for Scarlett or Miss Piggy terrorize Kermit?”

  I hiccupped again, this time with a laugh. “Only him. Only ever him.”

  She sucked in a breath. “You have to tell him how you feel.”

  Val was a closet romantic. She wanted there to be some resolution I couldn’t give her. It wasn’t that simple. “I can’t. I’ve tried, but he won’t hear it.”

  “How long have you loved him?”

  I couldn’t raise my answer above a whisper. “Two years.”

  “If you live to be eighty, that’s over sixty more years you have to live wondering what might’ve happened if you’d spoken up. It’ll hurt when you rip off the Band-Aid, but only for a short time. Compared to sixty years, it’ll be nothing.”

  Sixty years of this hell. I didn’t expect the pain of losing him to ever go away, but surely it would dull. Surely it would get easier. But she was right. I didn’t want to live that long wondering what-if? “If I tell him, I’m betraying my own sister, Val. How can I do that?”

  She heaved a sigh. “I don’t have a sister but if you ever tried to steal my fiancé, even if you truly didn’t believe I loved him, I’d scratch your eyes out. Your sister is flighty. She’ll turn it into drama and then she’ll forget all about it.” She tapped a fingertip on my shoulder, twisting her lips. “Or . . . it’s possible she’d never forgive you.”

  It was more than possible. Like that night in the truck, she’d have something to hold over me for life. Something far worse than anything she’d ever done to me.

  “I guess the question is whether he’s worth it,” she added.

  The truth hurt. It hurt in my chest, and it hurt coming out, because I didn’t want to feel this way, but I did. “He is.”

  “If he’s your soul mate, then he’s yours. He can’t have two soul mates—it’s a fact. You deserve a happy ending, even if it means you have to be selfish and greedy.”

  “You’re stoned, and you’re a film buff obsessed with happily-ever-after. Can I really take your advice?”

  “Then don’t,” she said. She sounded serious.

  I shouldn’t tell Manning how I felt. I knew I shouldn’t. But if I didn’t speak up before the wedding, I definitely couldn’t tell him after. “What if this is my only chance?” I asked.

  “Then do.”

  The acoustic guitar song on the stereo strummed the painfully taut strings keeping my heart from bursting. “What song is this?” I asked.

  She closed her eyes, listening. “‘Into Dust,’” she said softly. “Also Mazzy Star.”

  A commotion by the fire made us both turn. Manning and Corbin stood a foot apart, arguing.

  “Don’t worry about me, and I won’t worry about you,” Corbin said to Manning as Val and I approached.

  “Not worried about you, but you’re driving Lake, and that does concern me,” Manning said. He waited as Corbin took a long, pointed gulp of his Budweiser. “But go ahead and finish your beer,” Manning said smugly. “Tiffany and I will take Lake home.”

  “Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m not driving her. She’s driving me. So you can shove—”

  “She doesn’t even have her license—”

  Corbin raised his voice, taking a step forward. “Shove your self-righteous, judgmental bullshit—”

  “Whoa,” Tiffany said. “No need to get worked up, Corbin. He’s just looking out for her.”

  “You’d think I was the fucking criminal between us,” Corbin spat.

  Manning met Corbin’s stride, getting in his face. Despite Corbin’s height, next to Manning, he looked like the teenage boy he was. “I don’t care if I’m FBI’s Most fucking Wanted,” Manning said. “I’m not going to stand by and let you put her in danger. You bet your ass I’ll always call you out on that.”

  “Yeah?” Corbin asked, leaning in dangerously close. “Why?”

  Heavy with meaning, the word sat fat and unsubtle between the four of us—why? A question I was pretty sure Corbin had been wanting to ask since the night he’d walked me back to my cabin and Manning had gotten upset about it. Why should Manning care what I do?

  “Because she’s my girlfriend’s little sister,” Manning said.

  “Is that all?” Corbin asked.

  “Shut up, Corbin,” Tiffany said, pushing between them. “You’re being a drunk idiot.”

  Corbin picked up my heels. “Am I drunk, Lake? Am I an idiot?”

  They waited for me to answer, Corbin and Manning’s eyes intently on me. I didn’t know where my loyalty should lie, but at that moment, it wasn’t with Manning or Tiffany. I went to Corbin and slipped one arm around his waist as I placed a possessive hand on his chest. “No to both.”

  Corbin’s heart beat strongly against my palm. Manning pushed up his sleeves, his forearms tense and veiny.

  “Don’t,” Corbin said under his breath so only I could hear.

  I looked up at him. “What?”

  “You know what. Don’t use me to get what you want.” He peeled my arms off him and walked away as I stood there. Perfect. Just what I needed to end this night, being humiliated in front of Manning and Tiffany by the one person who rarely let me down.

  “Let’s go for a walk,” Tiffany said to me, glancing back at Manning. “Is that okay? I need to talk to her about something.”

  He took a pack of cigarettes from his hoodie pocket and smacked it against his palm, looking between both of us. “Fine by me. Don’t go far.”

  Tiffany looped her elbow with mine to walk down to the water. It felt like cozying up with the enemy, except that Tiffany’s shampoo and scent and hair and body were as familiar to me as my own. I needed the kind of comfort only a sister could give me, but I also didn’t want to go anywhere with her right then.

  “Everything okay with you and Corbin?” she asked.

  “There is no me and Corbin.” I sniffed. “You know that.”

  “But he’s so perfect for you, Lake. You need to try harder.”

  “He’s not . . .” Manning. “He doesn’t . . .”

  “So who does?” she asked. “Aren’t there any guys at school?”

  “They’re boys.”

  “If you don’t practice with boys, how will you handle men?” We stopped walking and she glanced back at the fire, presumably at Manning. I didn’t want to look, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to know where he was. How he was. Always. Even while he was shredding my heart. Manning looked back at us as he talked to one of Corbin’s brothers.

  “I mean, I don’t know why you don’t just go for it,” she said. “He obviously loves you.”

  My breath caught in my throat before I realized she was looking beyond Manning, at Corbin. “This is what you wanted to talk to me about?” I asked, annoyed.

  “No. Yes. I don’t know.” She snuggled closer to me against a gusty breeze. “We haven’t talked much since I moved out.”

  “We have dinner together every Sunday.”

  “You know what I mean.”

  It wasn’t the distance causing our rift. Did she know that? Did she know what she was doing to me, how much it hurt to even look at her right now? I could barely swallow their kissing and cuddling in front of me, the knowledge they were having sex, and now . . . she was taking forever from me. It didn’t belong to her, and she had to know that, even if I hadn’t said it aloud. I might’ve kept my love for Manning in the dark, but it was as impossible to ignore as the sun. “Do you love him?” I whispered.

  Either she didn’t hear or pretended not to. She smiled. This time, she was looking at Manning. “You know what he told me in the car? Dad’s so happy about the wedding that he might try to make it happen this summer.”

  My mind reeled. My thoughts had been spinning since the party, and I wasn’t sure I could take much mor
e. A wedding, this summer? My dad, happy? I wanted to take my arm back from her, but I was afraid I’d sink to my knees. “But it’s already summer.”

  “If Dad’s offering up the Ritz, I’m taking it before he changes his mind. We have a lot of work to do. I haven’t been this excited to do anything in a while, probably not since high school. First, you and I should take a trip to Barnes and Noble to clean out their bridal magazines. We’ll need to stock up on Post-its to color-code the dresses by length, neckline, fabric . . .”

  I billowed my sweater with my free hand to get some air against my skin. “Why can’t Sarah help?” I asked. “You always say how bad my fashion sense is.”

  “I mean, she can.” Tiffany looked at her pink-polished toes as she dug them into the sand. “I just thought you might want to.”

  The disappointment in her voice was evident even to me. Any other time, any other man, yes—I would’ve been happy to see Tiffany this way. More than happy. Normally everything was dumb or bogus or uncool or pathetic to her, yet on the biggest day of her life, she wanted to include me. But this was Manning. My Manning.

  “I’m sorry, but I can’t,” I said. “Maybe there’s some other way I can help.”

  Tiffany laughed so loudly, Manning, Corbin, and everyone else looked over at us. “Don’t worry. I think we can find a few things for the M.O.H. to do.”

  “M.O.H.?” I asked.

  “Duh. Maid—of—honor.”

  The maid of honor . . . Tiffany’s maid of honor?

  Me?

  22

  Manning

  From where I stood, I couldn’t see much more in the dark than the white foam of ocean waves and two heads of blonde hair, their figures shadowy in the distance. The girls who’d turned my life upside down. It hadn’t been much of a life. No doubt, it was better now. After watching my parents’ knock-down, drag-out fights followed by make-up sessions that’d keep them in the bedroom for days, I couldn’t have predicted I’d ever actually want to get married. Tiffany and I wouldn’t end up like my parents, though. When she baited me, I kept my cool. When she got upset, I’d do my best to help her manage her emotions. She was a catch, too, and I was the only one who’d caught her in any meaningful way. We’d build a good, sturdy life together. I’d find work that fulfilled me and made sure she did the same.

  And I wouldn’t be saddled with the constant worry that I wasn’t enough for her.

  I returned my attention to Corbin’s brother, who was talking about restoring a T-bird. He took out a pack of cigarettes and held it up to me. “Smoke?”

  I took one and stuck it in my mouth while I dug my lighter from my jeans pocket. “You’re in college, right?”

  “Santa Barbara.”

  “You live in a house or something? Where do you keep the car?”

  “Here, in my parents’ garage. I just work on it when I’m home for weekends or holidays. Corbin helped out before he left.” He cupped his hand to light his cigarette. “He’s not so bad, you know.”

  So everyone insisted on telling me. Knowing Corbin had driven Lake and her friends here tonight, I’d seen the beer in his hand and my mind went to the worst. Maybe some of my overprotectiveness was unfounded, but I’d actually known people who’d died as a result of drunk driving, and I’d bet Corbin did, too. My gaze went directly to the girls, as it had been every couple minutes. They stood right at the shore, the water creeping up to their bare feet, reaching for them after the smash and fizz of each wave. I shuddered.

  “You go out with Tiffany?” Corey asked.

  I nodded. “Are you the one who dated her?”

  He laughed a little. “No, that’s my oldest brother, Cane. I mean, I wouldn’t say they dated. I think they probably hooked up a couple times in high school. Sorry.”

  I shrugged. “I didn’t know her then. She says your brother had a crush on her. Not Cane.”

  “Corbin? Maybe. She was a senior when he was a sophomore. They all had crushes on her.” He blew smoke out the side of his mouth. “But that was before he met her sister. Corbin’s fucking whipped on that girl. He’s so in love with Lake, it’s stupid. And she treats him like crap.”

  “Yeah?” I asked. That didn’t sound like Lake. “How?”

  “She just strings him along. Says they’re best friends or some shit, won’t sleep with him. But he keeps hoping she’ll change her mind.” He shook his head. “He’s a pussy. He gets lots of girls. Just not the one he wants.”

  Lake was a heartbreaker, that wasn’t news to me. I’d seen how Corbin looked at her. I’d probably worn the same expression. She’d break more hearts than ours. I couldn’t muster any sympathy for any other motherfucker. Maybe Corbin was the gentleman everyone claimed. Maybe he was in love with Lake and wasn’t out to hurt her. Maybe he’d even be good for her. But he was still the one who could get everything I wanted with one word from Lake.

  “It’s not that she doesn’t want Corbin.” At some point, Val had inserted herself between us. She slurped from her beer can. “She just can’t see him. Someone else is in the way.”

  “Who?” Corey asked.

  “I’m not sure.” Val glanced at me and then the girls. Tiffany had her arms around Lake. “I’d bet a hundred bucks that right now, Tiffany is asking Lake to be in her wedding.”

  Fuck. Tiffany wouldn’t waste any time. From now until she walked down the aisle, all eyes would be on her. I couldn’t do anything about it without making things worse for all of us. There were some things I couldn’t protect Lake from. She’d have to handle herself. I looked into the fire, swallowing down my guilt.

  “You guys getting married?” Corey asked.

  “Maybe it’ll be a beach wedding,” Val said. “Right here. Picture it. The sun setting, all your friends and family in the crowd, Tiffany complaining that she can’t wear heels, that her dress is dragging in the sand. Lake walking down the aisle, catching the bouquet.”

  I pinched the bridge of my nose. Val knew. Her attempts to get me to open my eyes were cute, but they wouldn’t do much good. As long as I believed this was best for everyone involved—not just Lake, but for me and Tiff, too—it was the right choice.

  “Sounds epic,” Corey said, but neither of us looked at him. He flicked his cigarette into the fire. “I’m gonna go see if Cane’s back with more alcohol yet. He’ll need a hand.”

  I still had half a cigarette left, and I didn’t like giving up something I’d once fought a man over, but I felt like I should offer. “Need help?”

  “Nah, we’re good,” he said and took off, leaving Val and me.

  “You think I’m an asshole, don’t you?” Val asked.

  I hadn’t been sure what to make of Val when I’d met her. In some ways, Lake’s relationship with her reminded me of hers with Tiffany’s—one loud and attention seeking, the other composed, reserved. Except Val seemed to recognize that Lake’s quiet confidence wasn’t to be mistaken for meekness. She challenged Lake in a way her friends and family didn’t. Not even her dad, because Charles didn’t really want Lake to think for herself. “I think you’re a good friend.”

  “Because I don’t have a dick?”

  I pulled back, frowning. “What?”

  “When Corbin tries to look out for Lake, you go caveman. Is it because you want her for yourself?”

  I set my jaw. She had no right telling me my business, but my anger was diluted by the fire her words lit in me. Want her for myself. Want. Lake. For. My. Self. Lake did bring out the caveman in me.

  “You can’t have it both ways,” Val said as Tiffany headed back in our direction. “But you can have her. Of that, I’m pretty sure.”

  Tiffany pulled her hands into her sweater sleeves, trekking through the sand toward us. “I haven’t stopped smiling since the party,” she called out to me. “My cheeks hurt.”

  “Why?” Val asked.

  Tiffany’s smile fell. “Because I’m getting married.”

  “Oh yeah.” Val snorted. “I already forgot.”

&n
bsp; Val knew how to get to Tiffany. Unlike Lake’s other friends, I hadn’t seen Tiffany try to engage her. Maybe she wasn’t sure she’d win. “Maybe you’ve had enough beer,” I told her.

  “Maybe.” Val tossed her empty beer can into a trash bag slumped by some lawn chairs. “I’ll see if the guys need any help.”

  “So,” Tiffany started, “how do you feel about hydrangeas?”

  I looked over her head. Lake was walking away from the bonfire, along the water. “What’s she doing?” I asked.

  “Hydrangeas,” she said. “What do you think?”

  “Huh? What is that?”

  “A type of flower. For the wedding.”

  “Tiff,” I said, squinting to see into the dark, “you know I don’t give a fuck about the flowers.”

  “All right, geez. I thought you might want to try to care.”

  I cared enough that I’d possibly made a deal with the devil, but I didn’t have time to get into that now. “Where’s Lake going?”

  “I don’t know. Probably to drown herself because I stole her spotlight.”

  My face heated as I dropped my eyes to her. I’d never gone into much detail about my sister’s death with Tiffany, but she knew Maddy had drowned. “Why would you say that?” I asked. “You have any idea how insensitive that is?”

  She rubbed under her nose, looking away as she muttered, “About as insensitive as ignoring me?”

  Tiffany wasn’t mean-spirited, but sometimes she did mean things out of hurt. I knew her comment about drowning hadn’t been meant as a barb at me—it was too low of a blow. But she needed to think before she spoke. “I’m going to go get Lake.”

  “No.”

  I glanced down at her. “No?”

  She put her hand in my free one. “She’ll be fine. I need you here.”

  “For what?” I squeezed her hand but let it go. “I’ll just be a minute. It’s not safe for her to walk alone in the dark.”

  Tiffany folded her arms. “Manning.” She thinned her lips into a bloodless line. “I said no.”

  She was telling me no. It was cute she thought she could. Before anything, I was a man, and I answered only to myself. Especially after the life I’d led. I’d bent over backward to make Tiffany comfortable, but I wasn’t indulging this kind of behavior. I took a drag of my cigarette and watched Lake get farther away. “I have to.”