She locks up the house behind us and we all stand in a circle, deciding who will go with who. I want to have a say in the seating arrangements, but Delilah already has it figured out. "I'll take my boys and Derrick. Anthony, you can take everyone else, if that's okay," she says. Anthony's eyes flash to me, then back at her. "Yeah, that's fine." The cabin is two hours away. That'll be four thirty-minute intervals with her. I don't know if I can stand her that long. Hell, I don't know if I'll last one night with her. While walking to the car, I grab Casey's arm and beg her with my eyes to let me sit in the front with Anthony. She nods, understanding. Anthony opens the passenger side door for me and I step inside, feeling a little better after he gives me a smile. Once he shuts the door, I glance back and to find Casey is sitting right behind me, with Kay in the middle, and Dylan diagonal from me. I face forward and pray for the trip to go by quickly. An hour into the trip, Kay's head is on Dylan's shoulder, seemingly asleep, and Casey is texting me everything she can't say out loud. Anthony clears his throat and motions to my wrist. "You thinking of getting any other tattoos?" "I don't know," I say. "I think I'm going to cover this one." "Your ex has that one, right?" he asks. Do we have to talk about Jacob? "He told me he might keep his." "You guys are really friends now?" "Seems that way," I shrug. Jacob is not a good topic of conversation and I don't want to talk about it anymore. In my peripheral vision, I see Kay moving around. "Are we almost there?" she asks. "Almost," Dylan says. It's the first time he's spoken since getting into the car. I grip my seat and focus on the trees we're passing. "I thought it was only going to be an hour-long trip?" Her voice is annoyingly sleepy. Casey groans loudly. "Can you just go back to sleep?" "Can you just shut up?" she tells Casey. The last thing I want, other than being in the same car with Kay, is hearing her bicker with Casey. "How about we play the quiet game?" I glance back at them like I'm looking at five-year-old's. I give Casey a look before turning to the front. "Tell me about this ex of yours, Lacey," Kay says, her voice getting to that sickly-sweet tone that I hate from her. She clearly doesn't know what the quiet game is. "I'd rather not." "C'mon," she pushes. "You say you two are friends. What's the harm?" "I don't feel like spewing my life story to you," I say. A sudden sneeze comes out of me and I reach into my small bag for my tissue to blow my nose. Kay, continuing on, says, "Oh, no, Lacey is sick. She won't be able to hang out with us." She shrugs and it makes my blood boil. It's her way of letting everyone know she doesn't want me to be on this trip in the first place. Two can play at that game. "I wouldn't say anything, Kay. We're all going to end up sick if we make fun of her," Anthony nudges me and winks. She makes a noise like she's disgusted. "I'm already going to end up sick just by being in the same vehicle as her." I'm fed up. "Keep talking and I'll sneeze in your direction next time." She stays quiet and I somewhat relax into the seat. Instead of starting up another conversation, I let myself fall asleep. My eyes peel open just as we're pulling into the driveway. There is a thin layer of snow covering the ground, only softly dusting the trees around the log cabin. The cabin itself is a decent size. It's a dark wood, with large windows along the side of the house, and a pointed peak. "Nice," Casey breathes out. Anthony parks behind Delilah and everyone piles out of the vehicles. I pray for warmth when I step out, bringing my jacket in closer and shivering. A blonde man comes out through the front door and Jared and Reece instantly wave to him as he jogs down the steps. "I'm glad the gang got here safely," he says. He holds out his hand to Derrick and they hug. He says hello to Dylan and Anthony, then he shakes mine, Casey's, and Kay's hands as we introduce ourselves. Instead of calling him Reece's dad, he tells us his name is John. He's a friendly man and I can see how well him and Delilah fit together. "Girls, you go on inside. I think us men have the luggage handled," he announces. I feel bad for not helping, but Delilah motions for us to follow her and Casey, Kay, and I form a duck line behind her. Once inside, I find a typical log cabin interior. Deer and elk racks frame the walls, and a few family photos are scattered throughout. Almost everything is made of wood. "I think I have the sleeping arrangements pretty fair," Delilah says as we walk into the living room area. "There are five bedrooms, two upstairs, and three downstairs. I figure Reece, Dylan, and Anthony can take up one room, Derrick and Jared in another, and me and John in the last. You three girls get to split the two rooms upstairs, so I'll let you decide that on your own right now." We thank her and ascend the large, wooden stairs. Kay walks ahead of me and Casey, of course. Kay glances in the first bedroom and makes a face. Then she opens the door to the next one and seems to think. "It's not a final exam, Kay. Just pick a room," Casey tells her. Kay walks into the second room and opens every door inside. "This one has its own bathroom, so I think I'll take this one."