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“Was it cute?” Fifi asked. “Was it sexy? Did you let him lead? Did you tumble into it accidentally?”

“Please stop talking for the love of everything I hold dear.”

“Did you make out in the woods? Or the tent? Or—”

“Tent!” I shouted, losing all composure.

Both sisters froze, and Violet squealed. Actually squealed.

“You slept with him in a tent? That is so on brand for you, Sienna.”

“It’s not!” I paced a short, frantic circle around the island.

“It wasn’t… I mean, yes… but no. It’s complicated!”

“In what world,” Fifi said calmly, “is sleeping with a man in a tent on a work tripnotcomplicated?”

“Plus, the honeymooners definitely thought you two were married,” Violet reminded me. “The review said as much, and now we know why.”

“Yes!” I laughed. “They did! They literally thought we were theGuide Couple. They invited us to kiss for photos!”

Fifi clasped her hands together. “And? Did you?”

“No!” I paused. “…maybe once.”

Both of my sisters shrieked.

“It was just a kiss!” I insisted. “A small kiss!”

A lie.

Nothing with him felt small.

I was doomed.

“What even started it?” Violet demanded.

“Frigid temperatures.” Words failed. Spectacularly.

“Oh my gosh, Sienna.” Fifi covered her mouth. “You’re in so much trouble.”

“I know!” I groaned.

“No,” Violet corrected, “not that kind of trouble. The other kind. The feelings kind.”

My entire rib cage clenched. “No. Wrong. Incorrect. I am not in love.”

“We didn’t say love,” Fifi said. “You did.”

I screamed internally.

Then, as if my humiliation wasn’t complete, the lodge door opened, and I tensed like a hunted creature.

But it wasn’t Carson.

It was Beck.

“Hey,” he said cheerfully, then stopped. “Wow. What happened to your face?”