"Will you relax?" Whitney said, side-eyeing me. "She said she was coming, right? So, she'll be here."
Still, I couldn't stop fidgeting. When would Abby get here? Maybe Aunt Beth hadn't let her out of the house. But then why hadn't Abby called to tell me that?
Whitney, Wyatt, Jax, and Isach - despite everyone's objections to his presence - had arrived an hour ago. Three other tents had been set up, leaving room for a couple more if Abby and everyone else ever showed up. The firepit was ready to be lit as soon as the sun went down, and food and drinks were within reach.
"That's probably them right now," Trent said, nodding toward the dirt road.
I sprang to my feet. I couldn't see a car, but Trent had heard one, and no one else knew we were here, so it had to be Abby. A brown jeep I didn't recognize pulled to a stop behind Trent's truck.