The next morning, I joined the girls at breakfast at our usual time. Despite my best efforts to hide my wild night, I was still half asleep when Rachel confronted me in the buffet.

"So, Mr. K. I'm dying to know, and Cari's playing dumb. You have any fun last night?" she asked, eager for the scoop.

"Yeah," I admitted. "I sure did."

I hadn't talked to Cari and Jasmine about keeping our night a secret, but I knew Rachel would find out sooner or later anyway. Besides, Cari had already blabbed to Jasmine about Rachel—how was this any different?

"How far did you get? First base? Third? All the...