Shane
Gabe had shown us to our cabin and he and I had gone back to the car to lug Jasmine’s three suitcases.
That’s right, three.
She was ready for any eventuality.
I’d seen her throw in multiple bathing suits, dresses, jeans, shorts, sweaters, workout clothes, five different pairs of shoes, more makeup than could possibly go on one person’s face, lotions, shampoo, conditioner, coconut oil, books, magazines, her tablet, I mean, I could go on.
I’d watched with fascination and a little trepidation, wondering if we were ever going to be returning.
After Gabe and I had unloaded our things at the cabin, we’d joined the others for lunch and Dillon had arrived.
“Where’s Laurel?” Jazzy asked when she realized he was alone.
“She decided to stay home. She’s so far along and constantly uncomf
