I catch sight of my youngest brother, Rylan, leading Calista to the basement. Lucky for him Marla and Dad are outside. Of course, they’re more lenient with him than they were with me. When I was younger, Clara and I had to stop having sleepovers at a certain age and had to start leaving the door open. As if I’d do anything with Clara. She’s my best friend.
Speaking of which, all the girls, including Clara, are now huddled around lounge chairs in the back, soaking up the sun, drinking margaritas, and gossiping.
“It’s like they have nothing else to do,” I say, joining my brothers in the pool. Cam throws me the ball and I shoot.
“Well, it’s summer bash. We’re not supposed to do anything,” Fisher says. He rarely gets a day off.
I can’t complain. Since I’m in off-season, every day could be
