Trent and his brother saw me at the same moment, and they laughed.

Not a small laugh.

A loud, helpless, doubled-over laugh that cut clean through the music and turned two dozen heads toward me where I stood in the doorway.

“What’s so funny?” I asked, and I heard my own voice shake.

Trent wiped his eyes, grinning, unrepentant, delighted with himself.

“Sorry, babe.

Couldn’t help it.

Renata was in the pool earlier, and — come on.