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enthusiastic nod. “That sounds perfect.”
    “But first...” Liz craned her neck through the trees behind them. “Is there a bathroom around here?”
    “I see a whole forest full of them!” Richard teased, looking around at the trees, then kissing Liz on top of her head.
    “Yeah...that’s not going to happen,” she responded, raising her chin to kiss his cheek.
    “The bathrooms are just up the road, within walking distance. I’ll come with you.” Darcy rose from the table. “Are you coming, Scarlett?”
    “No thank you, I’m going to get some sun.” She untied the sarong from her waist, revealing the silver navel ring in the center of her taut abdomen.
    Beneath her bathing suit cover-up, Darcy instinctively sucked in her stomach.
    Liz tugged at her dress, looking uncomfortable.
    “Does anyone have sunscreen?” Scarlett asked.
    “Use mine,” Richard offered, pulling a yellow and blue tube from the pocket of his long trunks.
    “Thank you, dear.” She took the lotion from his hand and slathered it over her tan body.
    “We’ll be right back.” Darcy waved, steering Liz toward the road. “I am so sorry,” she said, once out of earshot.
    “What’s her deal?” Liz pouted, kicking a beer bottle cap across the asphalt.
    “I don’t know... She’s oversexed, or something. She’s always been that way. I’ll get rid of her as soon as we get back.” She glanced toward the water. Thankfully, Cabin was tinkering with something on the boat, not ogling her nearly naked sister.
    “I just hope she doesn’t devour our men while we’re gone. That would suck,” Liz said.
    They stepped into the mildew scented bathroom. Dozens of daddy-longlegs crept along the walls. “Wow, Richard had a point about the trees,” Darcy said.
    Finished in record time, the women banged through the stall doors. “Let’s get out of here!” Liz squealed as they washed their hands in the rusted sink. “No paper towels, of course.” She flung her hands through the air, spattering the mirror with water.
    Liz complained about the condition of the bathroom all the way back to the campsite as Darcy shook her head and chuckled over her friend’s colorful observations. “...I mean, seriously, on the ceiling? How did it even get there?” Liz stepped from the blistering asphalt to the grass.
    “I can’t wait to get into the water. It’s going to feel great.” Darcy lifted the hair from her neck.
    “Hey...where’s my raft?” Liz scoured the area, narrowing her gaze at the lake. “What the hell?”
    Scarlett floated in the water, her bronze body splayed on Liz’s raft.
    Darcy’s jaw hardened. “I’ll get her,” she said through gritted teeth. She marched to the shoreline and cupped her mouth. “Hey! Scar! Come back with the raft!”
    Scarlett lazed motionless on the water.
    “Scarlett! Come in!” she yelled again, her throat burning along with her temper.
    Inside the boat, Cabin popped his head up, glancing at Darcy, following her gaze to her sister. “Scarlett!” His shout reverberated across the water. He looked at Darcy and shrugged.
    “Is she safe out there?” Liz asked, turning to Darcy. “Look how far she’s drifted.”
    Darcy, fuming, strained her eyes as her sister shrank in the distance. “She’s fine,” she answered. “Scarlett’s a good swimmer. She used to be a lifeguard.” Darcy wasn’t a bad swimmer herself, and had half a mind to plunge into the lake and drag her sister all the way back to shore by her overly processed hair.
    Liz turned an irritated gaze back to Scarlett, her eyes enlarging at the empty raft. “She’s under! Oh my God, she fell off!” she shouted.
    Darcy turned her widening gaze to Cabin just as he jerked his head toward the raft and jumped from the boat, slicing the water, swimming with powerful strokes. Faint screams traveled from Scarlett. Darcy frowned as she watched her sister flail her arms, her head bobbing up then disappearing below the surface as Cabin swam toward