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June sighed and started walking as soon as Arabella stood and passed her.

“I think maybe she just needs some time. Maybe in the morning would be

better?”

“Right. We probably shouldn’t wake up the whole cabin.”

“No. Probably not.”

“But if she’s that pissed, you might need to watch her. She might decide

to do something diabolical when you’re not looking. Like fart on your

pillow or something.”

June smothered a laugh. She shouldn’t be laughing right now. It felt

wrong. Arabella was serious about it too, which made her want to laugh

even more, which felt like another level of wrong. She was suddenly shy

and was glad when Arabella led the way to the cabin. She stopped on the

porch steps.

“I’m going to try to talk to her in the morning, okay?”

She could only guess if it was okay or not. It had been a good while since

Summer had been mad like she was now, hurt too. Add to that the shock

value of what she’d seen, and June wasn’t sure how the morning would go,

or if it would go at all. Maybe they’d all have a very stormy early morning

ride back home. She’d taken the morning off and allowed Arabella to do the

same so that they could stay the whole weekend, but they were still heading

back early so they could be there after lunch.

She really hoped Arabella succeeded in whatever she had to say, and that

Summer would have an open mind, but with their history, she wasn’t

holding her breath.

But then, she had kissed Arabella. She once would have thought that

kissing a dirty, nasty, epically gross public toilet seat was more to her taste.

So maybe stranger things had happened.

They had happened.

When had a nice weekend away gotten so messy and complicated? Right,

when Summer invited Arabella to join them. But June couldn’t blame