The ridge lit up slowly as the sun dipped below the horizon, streaking the sky with molten pink and dusky violet. Firewood crackled in the massive bonfire pit, and the scent of smoke, grilled meat, and pine drifted through the warm evening air.
Back at the compound, the girls were buzzing with energy. Jules was rifling through her closet like a woman on a mission, throwing options onto the bed while Remy zipped up her tight black jeans. Evelyn stood by the mirror in her room, smoothing out her new top—the one Remy swore would turn Ronan’s brain to mush.
“You ready?” Remy asked, peeking in with a teasing smile.
Evelyn nodded, grabbing her jacket. “Kind of nervous,” she admitted.
Remy came in and looped her arm through hers. “Don’t be. It’s just our crew, relaxed and happy. Food, drinks,
