t’s official.” Julia smiled. “The boys will meet us at the lake.”

Charlotte bit her tongue to keep from pointing out that Julia wasn’t the only one who’d made a phone call, thank you very much. Charlotte was the one who’d called J.D.—for Liv.

“Are they meeting us at your family’s house or mine, Jules?” Liv was sprawled across the passenger seat of Julia’s car. Charlotte had been relegated to the back. She told herself that didn’t matter, just like it didn’t matter that her family didn’t have a house at Regal Lake.

Just like it shouldn’t have mattered that Julia had somehow gotten credit for calling all the boys.

“Who says we have to meet at someone’s house?” Charlotte was almost surprised by how steady her voice sounded.

In the front seat, Liv turned around to look at her.

Charlotte popped on her sunglasses and leaned back against the window, mimicking Liv’s posture with her own. “Let’s have the boys meet us at Falling Springs.”