Avery’s POV

  

   The screen door creaked when I pushed it open and stepped out onto the deck. 

  

   Cool evening air hit my bare arms and legs right away, raising goosebumps after the long hot day on the lake. 

  

   I tugged the loose tank top down over my damp bikini lines, the thin cotton already clinging where my skin was still slick from swimming. 

  

   Flip-flops smacked against the wood planks as I headed down the steps toward the firepit, following the low crackle and the smell of pine smoke mixed with charred burgers from earlier.

  

   I expected the usual scene—Mark crouched by the pit arranging logs, Jake sprawled on a log...