I realize she’s holding my clothes in her arms the moment before she tosses them in the pool. I watch them floating in the moonlight for a moment. “I didn’t want you to forget your things when you go,” Zoey says sweetly. Then she gives Gavin a look that says they’ll be talking later. She starts to walk away, pauses, and throws both our towels and Gavin’s shoes in the pool. “And this is because you’re entertaining an unwelcome guest. I’m Team Delilah, for the record.”
