The two soccer captains and the girls dashed out of the house to the outdoor pool.

Sara dropped Ella's mother's jewelry into the crystal jewelry box. Ella had placed the jewelry box on the kitchen counter. She didn't want the girls swimming in her mother's diamonds -- in case they lost one.

Sara could see the girls stripping off their borrowed clothes. They jumped into the pool in their sexy sleepwear.

Sara stepped out onto the pool deck. She dropped into a lounge chair.

The boys had girls on their shoulders, playing a chicken fight. Ella was on Bentley's shoulders, fighting against Kimber who was on Dan's.

It was pretty funny to watch Ella try to keep a straight face. Kimber was practically pulling Ella's hair to get her to fall off Bentley.

Dan was having a rough time holding up Kimber. She was wildly throwing her arms out to knock Ella into the water.

But Bentley didn't seem at all affected by Ella's weight on his shoulders. While Dan was just as muscular as Bentley, it seemed Bentley was actually stronger than Dan. Kimber and Ella were, in fact, almost the same body size.

Sara felt her eyelids grow heavy. She tried to keep herself awake. But she must have fallen asleep in the chair. When she awoke, it was early Saturday morning. Someone had thrown a comforter over her. And, she noticed, tucked a feather-down pillow under her head.

As she got up off the lounge chair, she saw another blanket was folded on the ground beside her chair.

Stretching her arms, she quickly walked across the grass to the guest house.

The other girls' bags were scattered around the room. She could hear a few of them snoring softly from the two rooms down the hall.

The bathroom door opened as Sara collected her things, having changed out of Ella's mother's clothes and back into her own. She frowned at her broken phone. She'd have to get that fixed today.

Dalia strolled into the small living room. She had a green robe wrapped around her little body. "Oh, you're awake, Sara. It's still early. The others probably won't be up for another couple of hours."

Sara threw her overnight bag over her shoulder. "Yeah, I might head on home. I fell asleep on the lounge chair. So my back sort of hurts." Her back didn't really hurt. She just wanted an excuse to leave.

"Oh, that's right," Dalia said. She rummaged through her purse for her toothbrush. "It was so sweet. Bentley noticed you'd fallen asleep in the chair. He ran and got you a blanket and pillow. And then..." Dalia started to laugh now. "...then he insisted on sleeping on the ground next to you! He didn't want you to be scared if you woke up in the dark all alone." Dalia looked at Sara with a dreamy-eyed expression.

Sara now realized the folded blanket on the ground must have been where Bentley slept. A warm, fuzzy feeling tickled her heart at the thought.

"You should have seen Ella's face when Bentley told us he was going to do that," Dalia said. "A word of warning. Ella might be kind of mad at you. I mean, technically, Bentley slept with you last night instead of Ella."

Sara felt her mouth pull down into an awkward slant. Oooooh myyyy gawwwwd. Then she shrugged her shoulders. "Well, I'm sure Bentley and Ella can hash that out on their own. I don't want to get into the middle of it. And besides, there's nothing going on between us."

Dalia found her toothpaste. She straightened, gazing at Sara. "Well, you are really pretty, Sara. I'm sure Bentley must like you a little bit."

Dalia had no idea how wonderful those words sounded to Sara. Hearing them out loud from another person!!!!

Sara shook her head quickly. "No. It's nothing. Bentley is a nice guy. Nicer than most, I'd say. He was just being a gentleman. We don't have enough of those in the world."

Sara headed for the door. "Please make sure Ella knows that. She has a good guy. A great guy. Bentley and I. We're just friends. And that's all we'll ever be..."

Well, hopefully not. But who really knows????? Sara thought. She just wanted to get out of there before she melted into a puddle of happy goo.