Steve got off the plane in San Francisco to a crowded airport. He followed the fellow passengers down to baggage claim and pulled out his cell phone waiting for the carousel to begin displaying the luggage. He flipped through Jules last email expressing her excitement that he was coming, giving him the address of Craig's cabin. It was almost two hundred miles away and it was probably going to take two hours just to get out of the city. He glanced around; trying to get eyes on the rental car shuttle when he sensed someone close behind him and then a voice over his shoulder.

"Hey, do you think Ms. Evans the Art teacher still goes commando?"

A smile spread across Steve's face before he even turned around. He knew exactly who it was.

"Jack!" he claimed, partly laughing at his statement and the other half just glad to see him. He dropped the small duffel bag on his shoulder and reached out hugging his old friend. "What's up Buddy?!"

Jack returned the hug as they slapped each other on the back once and then as guys do, quickly released as they both held their palm up in a 'bro' handshake, each still having a hand on the others shoulder.

"I knew that was you!" Jack laughed, "We just got in and we're picking up our luggage on the next row." He squeezed Steve's shoulder, "Jesus man, look at you?" he shook his head, "What do you eat nails for breakfast? You're made of iron!"

Steve laughed, "Rubber nails maybe." He looked around, "Where's Jules?"

"Ahh," Jack waved toward the bathroom, "she's got a peanut bladder and refuses to go on the plane."

Steve stepped back looking Jack over, "You look good!" He meant every word. His blond hair had no sign of gray or receding and his 5'10" frame showed that he kept active. He had always been a good-looking guy and age seemed to agree with him. Other than the natural aging of a few lines here and there, he was plain ole' Jack.

Jack patted his slight beer belly; "Yea well I spend more time on the baseball field coaching the boys than in the gym."

"That's more fun than the gym anyway." He went to ask him about the boys when he heard his name yelled from across the way in a high-pitched squeal. They both turned, as well as most of the crowd around them. Steve smiled at the 5'7" blond that clapped rapidly with excitement and then raised both her arms over her head like she was about to begin a cheer for the crowd. "Steve!" she yelled again.

Jack sighed, "Once a cheerleader, always a cheerleader."

Steve opened his arms, "Well, are you coming or not?"

She was just as he had remembered her. Her natural blond hair was shorter, shoulder length, but her figure had held up well for having three kids. She ran towards him with that same bright smile that made him feel like he just stepped back in time sixteen years. She flung her arms around his neck, as his arms went around her.

"Oh my god! I'm so glad you're here!"

"I could sense the threatening tone in your emails and was afraid you'd sent out a hit man if I didn't." he teased her.

They released each other and she stepped back, putting her hands on his biceps, "Damn, you look better than you did in high school! Hawaii suits you!" she turned toward her husband, "I love you Jack but I might spend a majority of the time attached to these." She joked, clinging to one of his arms with both of her hands.

Jack grinned at Steve, "You know I pride myself on giving my wife whatever she wants." He walked by slapping him on the back, "she's all yours Buddy."

Steve looked down at her, "A beautiful wife for two weeks and then I can give her back? Nice!" He looked beyond her, seeing his bag come around on the belt, "Hold on wifey, that's me over there."

Jules laughed and let go of him, moving over toward her husband who gathered their luggage on a carrier. As he made his way back she picked up his carry on that was over his shoulder, putting it on top of their stuff. "How are you getting to Craig's house?" she asked.

Steve motioned toward one of the car rental signs, "Renting a car."

"You should just come with us," she declared. "We reserved an SUV. There's plenty of room and we can catch up on the way there."

"Won't I need a car while I'm up there?"

"For what?" Jack jumped in, "We have ours. Craig will have one. Carly will have one, and her husband is coming up later so he'll have one. You're covered."

He shrugged, "Ok, if you guys don't mind. I'm good with that."

Jack turned off the freeway toward the direction of Lake Wildwood. They had made surprisingly good time getting out of town. The conversation had been geared toward what they had done over the last ten years and then his time in the Navy and a brief discussion of his Seal life, which to his pleasure neither one asked too many questions about. It was always uncomfortable when people would get personal with him, asking about missions and such. He didn't like talking about it even if he could, which he couldn't and most people had the common sense to realize that.

He decided to breach the subject he had been mostly avoiding and afraid to get into. "So," he said, sitting in the backseat of the SUV, "how's Carly doing? Last I heard she got married."

Jules turned in the passenger seat so she could see him. "Yes she did. About five years ago."

"What's he like?"

She looked over at her husband who gave her the stink-eye, "Jules, be nice."

"Of course," she said, slightly annoyed as if she didn't need him to remind her. She looked back and Steve and smiled, "He's an asshole."

"Jules!" Jack reprimanded as Steve laughed.

"He is Jack and you know it!"

He glanced at Steve in the rearview mirror. "He can be pretty obnoxious at times."

Jules rolled her eyes, "He's one of these guys that tries to be something he's not and laughs too loud at his own jokes."

"Is he good to Carly?" he asked, surprised that she would be with someone like that.

"I compare all men to my Jack," she rubbed his arm, "so no, he's not a good husband compared to him, but I guess she thinks he's good, so that's all that matters."

"Why would she marry someone like that?"

Jules got another warning glance from her husband.

"It's not like I'm talking to a complete stranger, Jack," she countered him. "It's Steve."

He concurred, "I guess you're right.
Jules focused on the backseat again, "She was pregnant. They flew to Vegas and got married."

Steve's eyes lit up, "I didn't know she had kids."

"They don't. She had a miscarriage in her fifth month."

His faced showed a painful expression, "I'm sorry to hear that."

"I think she was more upset than Allan was. That's his name."

"Why does she put up with him?"

Jules gave him a look like he should already know that answer. "You know Carly, she never wants to hurt anyone. I don't think she wants to admit that she married him because she was pregnant, and he knows he's got it made with her. She's beautiful, smart and puts up with his shit."

"How often do you see her?"

"We get together a couple times a year." She smiled sweetly at him, "She asks about you every time, wanting to know if we've heard from you. How you're doing. She's really glad that you're coming on this trip."

That pleased him. "It'll be nice to see her too. I have to admit I was a little nervous about it. We haven't talked since Karen's funeral."

Jules reached back and touched him on the leg. "She doesn't blame you at all. That always worried her, that you would think that, or that you would blame yourself in some way. Which is ridiculous, because you did everything possible to save her."

"That's true," Jack jumped in, "You would have gone down with her if Craig and I hadn't wrestled you out of the water and then pinned you down. You did everything you could."

He forced a small smile for her as her motherly touch tried to ease him.

"It's Carly Steve, she really hasn't changed at all. You should be excited to see her. I know she is to see you."

He nodded, wanting to change the subject. "So how's Craig? Are you guys going to the wedding?"

"No," Jack replied, "It's in Barbados, too far for a weekend trip."

"Have you met her yet?"

"Not yet," Jules answered, "I've seen pictures. She's really pretty. Craig hasn't changed at all."

"Except the money," Jack chimed in.

"Money?" Steve asked.

Jack looked at him through the rearview mirror again. "Yea, I thought you guys got together a couple of years ago?"

"We did, but we didn't talk about money. He was in town on business but we didn't discuss it too much. It was right after his divorce. Why? Is he doing well?"

Jack and Jules both looked at each other and chuckled.

"What," Steve asked, "has he got a couple million or so?"

"More like seventy or eighty million," Jack said.

"Holly shit!" Steve laughed, "good for him! You'd never know it by talking to him."

Jules laughed with him, "Or looking at him. He still drives just a plain ole' Suburban, nothing fancy. Although;" she raised her finger, "the house we are going to is really nice. It's his summer-house."

Steve sat back in the seat, feeling more at ease. He was really glad he came. Danny was right, he needed a vacation and he was also right about needing closure on Karen's death. So far being with the two of them had settled some the uneasiness he had, but the first encounter with Carly was still weighing heavy on him.

Steve whistled from the backseat getting a look at the house for the first time as they made their way up the driveway. "Wow, that's nice! It's like a little resort." He leaned forward between Jack and Jules, looking out the windshield.

"I told you," Jules smiled, "we're going to have a great time!" She looked over at him, "Maybe we'll get a game of quarters going."

Steve grinned, sitting back, "Sure, I'd love to see you hammered again."

"She's been practicing," Jack warned.

Steve laid his head back laughing, "Ahh Jules, you never learn," he teased. "I've been taught to put a bullet through a hole an inch wide from a hundred yards away. I'm even better at tossing that coin in the cup than I was in high school."

Jack laughed with him, "She's convinced she can beat us."

"I'll take that challenge and I'll hold your hair back when you puke like I used to back then too."

Jack and Steve both cracked up over the memories of that one and then even louder when she didn't reply but gave them the finger.

They all got out, admiring the front door alone. The custom carved mahogany wood probably cost more than the cars they drove. Through the windows that ran vertical along side the door they got a glimpse of the lake that was behind the house, informing them the view from inside was going to be spectacular.

Jules flipped through the several keys in her hand that were all strung together on a ring. "I think it's this one." She held one up. "Craig sent me these, believe it or not they all go to something in the house or outside."

"He's not here?" Steve asked.

"No, not until later this afternoon or this evening. He didn't want us waiting around for him." She stuck the key in the lock to no avail. "Darn it." She flipped through another one as Jack reached down trying to take them. "I got it," she said, pulling her hand away.

"Then hurry," Jack snapped, "because I have to take a piss and I'm going to do it in his fancy bushes over there if you don't get that thing opened."

Jules and Steve both laughed, "Ok, relax. It's this one." She slipped it in and turned the lock, swinging the door open and letting him through first. "Go pee pee." She encouraged as if speaking to one of their kids.

He growled as he went in, scanning the house for a door that looked like it might have a toilet in it.

They both followed behind him and Jules pointed toward a hallway, "I bet it's that way." They watched him take off down the hall.

Steve walked into an open family room with windows facing out towards the water where a wall would normally be. The leather furniture and décor was nice but it wasn't what they were expecting. To the right was a large stone fireplace with a 60" flat screen TV on the wall above it.

"This is great!" Steve said looking around, "Judging from the front, I was expecting it to be really fancy in here, you know, expensive."

"Me too," Jules smiled, "It's really nice and comfy but it's a casual vacation nice. You boys won't feel like a bull in a china shop."

Steve agreed with a laugh, "Does that mean we are allowed to horseplay Mom?" He teased walking by her into the open kitchen that was on the left. The granite counter top ran the length of it and had seven bar stools tucked under. The cabinets were a dark maple and the appliances were all stainless steel as well as the oversized refrigerator. Beyond the kitchen and in front of the wall of windows on the far left was a dining room table that matched the wood from the front door that sat twelve.

Steve opened up the fridge and smiled, "Ah Craig. My hero." He reached in pulling out three beers from the stocked supply. He cracked one open, walking over to Jules and handed it to her.

"We're getting started already?" she said taking it, "I like it."

"Give me one of those," Jack said walking in and getting a good look at the great room for the first time, "This place is awesome! You should see the guest bathroom. It's bigger than our master."

Jules chuckled, "He rates places by the size of his throne, the toilet."

Steve handed him a beer, "I'm with ya buddy. They should design the bathroom and then build the house around that."

Jules held her beer up toward the lake, "To two weeks of sun and fun." She leaned against Jack, "and no kids."

"I'll drink to that!" he roared, "no kids!"

They unloaded their bags and picked their rooms. There were five to choose from upstairs, each containing its own bathroom and at least a queen's size bed. Steve settled on the first one he saw, not really caring, while Jules scoped out each one. She of course avoided the master, knowing that would be for Craig and his fiancé. After a push from Jack she finally settled on one two doors down from Steve with a nice view of the lake from the bed.

Steve set his bag on the bed and walked over to the window admiring the view, taking a drink of his beer. The back deck stretched along the length of the house with a built-in bench that ran along the railing and several lounge chairs that were set up. On the far end was a BBQ kitchen that would have made any man drool. On the opposite end was a large hot tub. The plush green grass stretched out on both sides of the house, stopping just before the forest took over and down to the water's edge. He leaned in to the window, looking on both sides for any sign of neighbors or another boat ramp, but saw no sign of either, it was pretty private. Halfway down the grass to the boat dock was a built-in fire pit. The dock had a boathouse that Steve was sure housed a boat and hopefully other toys as well.

He turned as Jack walked into his room, "Can you believe this place?"

"Pretty nice," Steve agreed.

"Summer home," he sighed, "Shit, I'm lucky if I get the kids to Disneyland once a year and maybe a trip the Grand Canyon."

"You should come to Hawaii," Steve suggested, "bring the kids. You can stay at my place. It's right on the beach. They'd have a ball."

He looked at him queerly, "Do you have any idea what you would be getting yourself into?"

"Yes," he blew off his warning, "I'm serious. You guys should plan it. All it would really cost you is plane tickets and spending money."

Jack tilted his head, beginning to give it a serious consideration, "I'll talk to Jules." He tapped his beer against Steve's, "Thanks."

"Sure." He looked over at him and snorted, "It's not like this place! So don't expect resort living, but I got an island to spread out on."

"That'll work."

They heard Jules from downstairs yell up.

"Someone just pulled up!"

Steve and Jack came outside just as Craig was coming around the front of his brand new black Hummer and his fiancé Marissa was sliding out of the passenger door. Her bleach blond hair laid perfectly straight down the middle of her back. She carefully adjusted the short dress she had on as she stepped down on the gravel driveway in her three-inch heels, removing her Prada sunglasses.

Jack leaned over to Steve, "That doesn't look like a Suburban too me."

"That's a Ferrari," he replied, commenting on his girl.

They walked up as Craig approached them with a big grin.

"I hope you guys have been making yourselves at home." He went to Jules first, giving her a bear hug, lifting her off the ground. His six-foot frame was slightly heavier than the last time Steve saw him, but Craig had always been a big, husky guy, which pleased him in high school since it saved his ass on several occasions from getting sacked with the ball. He was big, but he was fast.

Jules squealed and then laughed, "You give the best hugs."

He dropped her and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before turning to Jack and Steve, opening his arms and bending slightly over, "C'mon boys, you know you want one of Craig's hugs!" he said growling, don't make me chase ya down.

They both looked at each other, "I say we give him a taste of his own medicine," Jack suggested. Steve agreed with a nod. They both took off at the same time going low and each getting an arm around him, they lifted at the same time, hoisting him up on their shoulders so he was facing the opposite direction of them. Jules smacked him hard on the butt as it was sticking up.

"Holy Mother of God!" Craig yelled out, "put me down before ya break something!"

They set him down laughing. He reached out first grabbing Jack, "You bastard, I know Steve was in good shape but I was hoping you'd be getting the old man flab like me, no such luck!" He hugged him.

"What are you talking about, you look great!" Craig countered.

They released and he turned to Steve, cupping his hand on the back of his neck, "Jesus man, what do you workout five hours a day! You look better than you did two years ago."

Steve hugged him, "Hardly, but I'm pretty sure you can still kick my ass."

Craig laughed, "I wouldn't want to try." He let him go and motioned to his fiancé. "Come here sweetie."

She carefully made her way over in her heels, using her arms as a balancing tool, "We need to get this driveway paved," she whined.

"That's why you should wear more tennis shoes, baby," he said, shaking his head and taking her hand, helping her. He put his arm around her waist, smiling proudly, "This is Marissa. Baby, this is Steve," she shook hands with each person as she was introduced, "this is Jack and this little spitfire over here is Julie, or we like to call her Jules."

"Hi, hi, hi," Marissa smiled, flashing her perfect white smile and bashing her perfect lashes. She was pretty by Steve's standards and looked to be about maybe twenty-five, but the make up could be playing a part in that. It was hard to tell. She had high maintenance written all over, that was undeniable. Too him that left her at only pretty, beautiful would have been her in a natural state, like Jules. He had always been attracted to the girls that could play hard and sweat it out without having to worry that their lipstick didn't get smudge. He couldn't imagine this girl holding a football let alone throwing one.

"Congratulations on your engagement," Steve said.

She smiled sweetly at him, bashing her eyelashes. A maneuver he decided that she had perfected over time; it was a flirtatious move for his eyes only that made him slightly uncomfortable. "Thank you. You must be the ex water person."

Steve tilted his head, slightly confused, "I beg your pardon."

"You know," she looked at Craig for clarification, "what did you tell me?"

"Navy Seal honey," Craig rolled his eyes as she turned away.

"Oh yea!" she corrected, "A Navy Seal."

Steve nodded and just smiled, wondering what Craig saw in her. But he decided, to each his own.

They made their way into the house and Craig gave them a tour of the grounds, unlocking the various doors that held items he didn't want out in the open when the house was vacant. The boathouse was where the real fun was going to be. He had two jet skis that could hold at least three adults and a pontoon boat that he used to just cruise the lake.

"If anyone is interested, down at the dry dock is a ski boat too. I like to keep it out of the water because of algae build up. Might be a little cold but it's suppose to warm up starting tomorrow, so next week would be good." He turned to Jack, "Do you still ski Jack?"

"A bit," he replied, "A neighbor has a boat and we go out a couple of times in the summer."

"Yes, he can still ski, and he's good!" Jules jumped in knowing he was trying to be modest. "He can even wakeboard."

"Really?" Steve said surprised, "then next week for sure. I want to see that." They started back toward the house, "You always had good balance Jack. How you used to maneuver around those cornerbacks and get open sometimes was beyond me."

"Craig," Marissa yelled from the deck, "Someone just pulled up."

"It must be Carly!" Jules yelled, running up the lawn.

Craig and Jack both looked at Steve.

"What?" he snapped. "Its just Carly." He tried to hide the anxiety that was beginning to creep up on him.

"We know," Jack said passively, "it's just that you haven't seen her since, you know."

"Yeah I know," he sighed, "Why, does she look different?"

"No," Craig said, "but at first it's kind of weird to see her."

Steve looked between the two of them, "What do you mean?"

Neither one responded with an answer as they entered the house.

"You'll see," Jack said almost sadly.

Jules ran out and hugged Carly as she got out of her car. "I'm so happy to see you!"

"Me too! I've been so excited for this weekend!" She gave her friend one more tight squeeze before letting go. "I brought some of that wine that we had up at Napa a couple of years ago."

"Mmmm" Jules smiled, "Let's crack a bottle."

Carly was about to ask if he was there when she saw him coming out of the house behind Jack and Craig. She thought she was prepared to see him but the reality of it almost knocked her over. He was just as she remembered; the handsome face and kind eyes were just the same. He was only slightly taller and with more defined features. The teenage boy was now a man. She walked past Jules, locking eyes with him. The way he stared at her, she knew he was thinking of Karen. It had been sixteen years since she had seen or spoken to him. Of all the reunions she had with the group over the years, this was the one she felt most anxious over, but had also been the one she needed the most.

He stepped outside and was blindsided by the wave of emotions that swept over him when he saw her. He knew instantly what Jack and Craig were talking about. It was Karen. You couldn't help but see her in Carly. They had been identical twins and it was almost as if she were standing right there. He secretly wished the whole nightmare was a bad joke on him and Carly would appear next. He wasn't in the least bit prepared for this and wished they had warned him now. He felt his chest tighten as they locked eyes and she made her way to him. He didn't think he could speak to her. He couldn't remember anything he wanted to say. He felt almost sure he would break in front of everyone when she spoke to him.

"Hi," she said softly, only a few feet away.

He let out a breath and then took in a deep one. He did that two more times as she finally stood right before him. It was just like back in high school, he could tell them apart in just a matter of seconds. He didn't see Karen anymore, he saw Carly. A whole different set of emotions took over. It was as if he was on this crazy roller coaster that was taking him backward and forward. He could see the tears welling in her eyes and it almost sent him over the edge. He didn't say anything but just put his arms around her as hers' simultaneously went around his neck. She laid her head on his shoulder and he could feel a tear drip and slide down the inside of his shirt. He hugged her tighter dropping his head down on her shoulder too.

Jules motioned quietly for everyone to go in the house. Jack and Craig went in first as Marissa stood by the door.

"Where are you going, you haven't even introduced me to her yet?" she whined to Jack.

He gave her an annoyed look, taking her by the arm, moving her along with the others. "Later!" he whispered as Jules shut the door.

Carly slid her arms from around his neck and wiped her fingers under her eyes. "I'm sorry," she partly laughed, looking away from him, "It just seeing you again..." She shook her head not knowing it was going to hit her this hard. Karen's ghost was floating all around them.

Steve turned his head in the opposite direction and wiped his thumb and index finger over his eyes. "I know, me too." He looked back down at her. Her eyes were about level with his lips and as she turned back toward him he kissed her on the forehead, tightening his one arm that was still around her waist.

She reached up behind him, clutching his shoulder and rested her head on it. "I missed you."

"I thought about you a lot. There were so many times I wanted to call you," he sighed. "I just didn't know what to say, and then as time went on it just got harder."

She nodded against him knowing exactly how he felt. Now that it was over, it was like a huge weight had been lifted off of her. She hadn't felt this type of peace in a long time. It felt good just leaning against him. He had always been the one that she had been the closest too. Jack and Craig were special to her but not like Steve. They had the most fun together. He spent time at she and Karen's house on holidays. He knew their parents. They sat next to each other in classes. When they were together as a group they would automatically wind up next to each other whether it was at the movies, or in the car, or walking side by side. On camping trips they slept outside next to each other and would stay up most of the night talking. Even when one would bring a date they would still mindlessly sit together and then have to make the embarrassing correction. He loved the fact that as beautiful as she was she could still play like one of the boys, and she loved how he stuck up for her and would always pick her first in the games so she wasn't chosen last.

"I didn't think you were going to come," she leaned back looking up at him.

"I almost didn't." He suddenly felt regret for wasting the last sixteen years without seeing or talking with her, "I don't know what I was so afraid of."

"I don't either, but it's all out of the way now so let's not do it again." She stepped back and held her hand up, "Deal?"

He smiled and took a hold of her wrist, adjusting her hand position, "If we're going to shake on it, we're going to do a real shake not a lame ass business shake." He gripped her hand in a 'bro' shake like he would one of the guys.

She laughed as he shook her hand so her whole body moved with the motion.

Jules was right, he thought, she was exactly the same all the way down to that sweet laugh that he used to love to hear. She had the greatest laugh. He couldn't believe how much he had missed her. She didn't have a line on her face and her hair was just as long and black as it used to be, and her eyes, he had forgotten how he used to get lost in them sometimes when she talked to him. The emerald-green against the long black eyelashes was mesmerizing. "You look good."

"So do you," she grabbed ahold of his arms playfully and squeezed, "you're in better shape than you were in high school. They're huge! They're so big in fact that I think you could manage my luggage out of my car."

"What?!"

"Come on," she whined, "put those guns to good use."

"Nah, I can't over exert myself. I have to save my strength for the swim race."

She crossed her arms, "I am not going to race you."

"Oh yes you are," he demanded, "I've never been able to beat you Miss State Champ, but I think I'm ready."

She turned and walked toward her car, "Not going to happen," she sang out.

"Sometime in the next two weeks we are going to race. That is a guarantee." He reached around her into the trunk and pulled out her suitcases. "And this time I'm going to win."

"Only if I let you."

She leaned back and laughed as he growled at her while walking past carrying two of her bags in the house. He was just the same; it was as if no time had passed between them at all. Within minutes they were right back to where they used to be. It made her sad to think that she never had that type of playfulness with Allan. He just didn't respond to her in that way. If she had commented about letting him win the same as she did with Steve, he would have taken it offensively, even if it weren't meant that way. They had their good times though she reminded herself, even though they were becoming fewer and further in between. She just had to try harder. She had to make this marriage work. She was thirty-five years old and time was running out to have children. Allan was her husband and even though he had his flaws, she had hers as well. They weren't a perfect couple like Jack and Jules, she thought sadly. But who was? They had everything in a relationship that she strived for. She hoped being around them for the next two weeks with Allan would open his eyes to what their marriage could really be like. She had tried to mirror her parent's relationship but made the mistake of telling Allan that. He and her Father never really got along and the idea that she wanted him to be anything like her Father resulted in a fight that still hadn't been forgiven. She hoped Jules and Jack might be her salvation because she was running out of ideas.

Steve came back out of the house, with his arms held open, "Seriously, you're not even going to help me?"

She snapped out of her dilemma and glanced inside the trunk of the car. "Oh look, one left." She pulled out a small overnight bag she could have carried with two fingers. "Don't worry I'll get this one."

"Oh no, we wouldn't want you to carry too much and hurt yourself," he said sarcastically, "let me help you with that." He bent over and swiftly scooped her up, laying her over his shoulder.

Carly screamed with laughter, "Steve!"

"Don't worry yourself princess," he teased, "just putting the guns to use."

She relaxed holding the bag, "Hmm, do you think you could make your way to the kitchen and pour me a glass of wine too?"

He stopped, just before entering the house, "If you're thirsty, there's a lot of water in the back of the house. I could take you out there for a drink."

"No! No," she replied quickly, knowing he would probably do it, "just a lift into the house will be fine. Thank you."

"That's what I thought." He came inside and bent over setting her down. "Your highness."

She curtsied to him.

"Well it seems like the gang is officially back together now," Jules raised her wine glass from the counter. "Let the vacation begin."