Chapter 18. Play Along

Wren POV

Kenzie Hart's family didn't have a lake house. They had a lake, and a house that happened to be on it.

It sat at the end of a long gravel drive under the pines, all glass and pale timber and warm yellow light, with a dock running out into black water and fairy lights strung along every railing. Music drifted out over the lake. There were at least a hundred people on the deck.

I stood at the bottom of the steps and seriously considered getting back on the bike.

"One hour," Silas said beside me.

You said that last time.

"Last time, you left after forty minutes and walked home through a park." He held out his hand, palm up, not touching me. "Rule one. Can I?"

It was for the crowd. I knew it was for the crowd.

I put my hand in his anyway.

His fingers closed around mine, warm and careful, and the noise in my head dropped by half. Just like that. I hated how easily it happe