There was a knock at the door.
Lillian’s eyes fluttered as she tried to fight against the grogginess of sleep.
Another knock.
“She’s probably still sleeping.”
“Lillian! We’re going to get breakfast!”
“Tara, leave her be.”
More knocking at the door.
Sleepily, the girl rose from her bed, stumbling toward the door in a daze. When she opened the door, she rubbed her eyes, taking in three figures. Tara was beaming, Wes bit his lip, and Seth had averted his eyes almost immediately, cheeks taking on a hint of red. Lillian barely noticed the odd behavior from the men as Tara said, “I told you guys she’d be here!”
“Sleeping,” Wes said pointedly. “Just like I said.”
“Hi,” Lillian muttered, tugging at her shirt.
When Wes dropped his eyes pointedl
