Jenny and Noah and Elijah had been the three most inseparable friends all throughout high school.
The end of the semester had been cruel to all of their schedules and their dialogue had existed mostly in the worlds of text and social networking.
When something at the school needed to get done, she usually got it done. She was, with eye-rolling accuracy, a classic Americana author's version of the girl next door, which only made you want to please her even more.
Growing up, her house was directly in between both Noah's and Elijah's.
They'd all spent countless nights growing up like this and it would've been a waste of money to do separate rooms.
As soon as they arrived at the hotel, Jenny had excused herself to a side bathroom in the lobby while the boys took care of getting the room cards and checking in.