I leave the guys outside and go inside, quietly making my way to my sister’s room. They’re all asleep—the three of them crammed into Lilah’s double bed. I locate Lilah in the dark and nudge her shoulder.
“Hey, wake up.”
She groans and doesn’t open her eyes. “What do you want?”
“I need to talk to you—all of you.”
My tone must convey my seriousness because she blinks and rubs her eyes. “All of who?”
“Isabel and Jessica. Wake them up and meet me outside.”
“Dude, come back in three or four hours.” She starts to roll over but I stop her.
“Now, Lilah. I’m not kidding.”
I leave the room but the light on the bedside table flips on. Five minutes later, they come straggling outside. All of their eyes widen as they see the four of us in the driveway.
“What’s this about?” Lilah asks, touching her hair self-consciously.
“Tell us about the notes,” Pete says.
“And the flowers,” Justin adds. Whit leans against the car with his arms crossed over his chest.
“What are you talking about?” Lilah asks. “Are you high?”
“We’re talking to them,” Whit says, nodding at the two girls behind my sister. “What kind of shit have you been pulling on Summer?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jessica says. “We haven’t done anything to her.”
“Except try to make a move on her boyfriend,” I say. Jessica glances at Isabel and the girl crosses her arms defensively.
“That’s not a crime.”
“It’s bitchy, though,” Lilah says with a frown. “Dude, you know better.”
“What? They seem to have some open-relationship thing. I thought I’d give it a shot.”
Isabel’s eyeliner is smeared and she looks small and young in the early morning light. I’m not getting an evil vibe off of her, just stupid teenage girl—I’ve lived with one for years, I’m familiar.
“Did you threaten Summer in any way?” I ask them both.
“No. Promise.” Jessica says. Isabel shakes her head. “I like Summer, but everything was so fluid with your relationship we decided to give it a shot.”
Her face turns red.
“Did you break into her camper?” I ask.
“What?” Isabel asks with a frown. “No. Why the hell would we do that?”
I look at the guys and Pete shrugs. I have a feeling this is a dead end, which means we have no idea who left the notes and flowers, which is pretty damn scary.
“Can we go back to bed now?” Lilah asks.
“Yeah, go.”
“One thing,” Whit says. His eyes are trained on Isabel. “Stop hitting on me or any of the other guys. We’re taken, got it?”
Her bottom lip trembles slightly. “Yeah, got it.”
