I hung up the phone with Sarah, my heart still racing a bit from our chat. She had been my lifeline these past few weeks, checking in, making sure I wasn’t losing it out here in the middle of nowhere. “Girl, you’re surrounded by all those hot brothers,” she’d teased. “Spill the tea. Who’s the cutest?” I laughed it off, but deep down, I was curious too. More than curious. After everything—the awkward dinners, the flirty moments, the tension—I needed to know who these guys really were.
I flopped back on the bed in my cabin, staring at the wooden ceiling. The snow outside was falling softly, blanketing everything in quiet. It was peaceful, but my mind wasn’t. Sarah’s words echoed: “Google them, Jas. Bet they’re loaded or famous or something.” Why hadn’t I thought of that sooner? I’d been so
