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Jacob knew something was wrong the second he looked at the list. At first, he thought he had counted wrong. Maybe there was another room he had forgotten about. Maybe someone could sleep on the couch. Maybe there was some magical solution hiding somewhere in the beautifully renovated summer house he had been bragging about for weeks. Then he counted again. Four rooms. Seven people. And one very, very unfortunate mistake. “Wait,” Mila said, looking over his shoulder at the paper in his hand. “Please tell me you didn’t just realize what I think you realized.” Jacob slowly closed his eyes. Olivia, standing beside him, immediately noticed his expression. “Jacob?” “I may have made a small error.” Max laughed from the couch. “A small error? That’s the face of a man who just ruined his own vacation.” “I didn’t ruin anything,” Jacob defended, already knowing he absolutely had. Bene walked over, taking the paper from his hand. His eyes scanned the names, then slowly lifted back to Jacob. “No.” Jacob winced. “Before you say anything—” “No.” “I was organizing everything quickly.” “You put two exes who haven’t seen each other in a year in the same room.” The silence that followed was brutal. Because everyone knew exactly who he was talking about. She stood near the kitchen island, arms crossed, staring at Jacob like she was waiting for him to explain how this could possibly be happening. Across the room, Ace hadn’t said a word. He was leaning against the wall, looking far too calm for someone who had just found out he’d be sharing a bedroom with the one person he had spent the last year trying not to think about. A year apart. A year of silence. A year of pretending he was fine. And now she was standing ten feet away from him. “Jacob,” she finally said, her voice dangerously calm. “Tell me you have another solution.” “I do,” he answered quickly. “The couch.” Everyone looked at him. “The couch is horrible,” Max said. “It’s not that bad.” “It’s basically a wooden plank.” Jacob si