(Quinn's POV)
The cabin's door swings open, and my friends, Piper and Emmerson, glance up from whatever they were doing while I was out. Their eyes are full of curiosity as their unspoken questions hang in the air. I take a seat next to them in the sitting area.
“How was it?” they ask in unison, their voices dripping with anticipation.
“It was okay, actually. Not what I expected, but I learned a lot about Landon, which is good.” I pause, thinking about whether I should tell the girls about Landon, knowing that they are gay. “He knows about the two of you,” I finally admit.
“You told him?” Emmerson exclaims.
“No, I wouldn’t do that to you. He said he saw the two of you outside a club. But he hasn’t told anyone.” I add to calm their nerves.
“Well, at least we know we can trust him.
