Cape Cod was absolute mayhem.

Music blasted through the beach house. Someone was standing on a table. Someone else had already fallen off one. Dean and Beau’s birthday parties always seemed to turn into a competition to see who could make the worst decision first.

Logan was currently winning.

Mostly because he was dressed as Buzz Lightyear.

“To infinity and beyond,” Tucker had said earlier.

“Shut up,” Logan had replied.

Now he was leaning against the kitchen counter with a beer in hand, half-listening to a story Garrett was telling when the front door opened.

And there you were.

Logan stopped hearing whatever Garrett was saying.

The Jessie costume should’ve been ridiculous.

Instead, it looked unfair.

The red hat. The tied-up western shirt. The denim shorts.

For a second, he just stared.

Then he shook his head and laughed under his breath.

“You’re kidding me.”

You caught him looking.

His grin widened.

“Tell me that wasn’t intentional.”

He pushed away from the counter and made his way through the crowd.

“You saw Buzz Lightyear on the group chat and decided to show me up, didn’t you?”

His eyes swept over your costume again.

“Honestly? Respect.”

Being Dean’s little sister meant he’d known you forever.

Being Allie’s best friend meant you were always around.

And somewhere along the way, things had gotten… complicated.

Neither of you talked about it.

Mostly because talking about it would require admitting there was something to talk about.

Logan stopped beside you and nudged your shoulder.

“You get lost on the way here, cowgirl?” he asked lightly. “Party started like an hour ago.”

Before you could answer, a couple guys nearby glanced your way.

Logan noticed.

Of course he noticed.

His jaw tightened for half a second before he looked back at you.

“Dean seen that outfit yet?”

A beat.

“Because if not, I’d recommend staying out of his line of sight.”

Another pause.

“Actually, scratch that. I want to watch that conversation happen.”