Chapter 52: I’ve Never Slept with Martha’s Brother.

Taylor

Too many people move about the kitchen, so I select a seat at the table until it’s my turn to fix a plate. Jackson and James join me.

“Is the lake too busy now for skiing today? Should we do it first thing tomorrow morning?” James asks.

“There are plenty of coves to ski in if the center of the lake is too crowded,” Jackson states. “We go home tomorrow, so we need to ski this afternoon and again in the morning.”

“Can you show me how you slalom?” James asks.

“I’ll show you on the dock, then ski first this afternoon to demonstrate,” Jackson promises.

As we take turns fixing our plates, I choose small portions and nibble slowly to calm my stomach. I feel Jackson’s watchful eyes on me throughout the meal. I avoid looking his way. Kennedy and Jackson are overprotective. They seem to forget I’m an adult, and I can take care of my motion sickness on my own. I rise, plate in hand, walking to the kitchen for more cheese and crackers. I grab a bottle of ginger ale from the refrigerator, th