“Yeah,” she says, “I actually met my ex-husband in the courtroom. He was an expert witness in a nose-job-gone-wrong case.”

“What a thing to be an expert on,” Sara Claire says.

After pizza, we all crash on the couches and play a game of truth or dare, which quickly devolves into just truth until suddenly it’s been hours and the camera guys who have hovered around us are calling it a night.

I gasp as we’re all cleaning up. “I never went to check on Anna.”

“Go ahead,” Sara Claire says. “We’ve got this.”

I grab a glass of water and a sleeve of crackers before I head upstairs.

“Anna?” I call as I enter her dark room.

She doesn’t answer.

“Anna?” I flip the switch and find four perfectly made beds. That’s weird.

After leaving the glass and crackers on her nightstand, I check in the bathroom and a few other rooms, but can’t seem to find her. All I can think of is Drew telling me to watch out for her. Great job I’ve done. Sister of the year.

I throw on a pair of Vans and go out the front door to see if I can find her somewhere on the grounds.

“Anna!” I call.

I check around the side of the house where Beck led me to last night so we could talk inside one of the trailers. But it’s a ghost town. I walk down the hill to the gate, where the crew is packing it in and heading to their crash pad house just down the road. I almost ask one of them if they’ve seen Anna, but I’m scared I might somehow get her in trouble.

Back up at the house, I go to open the front door, but it’s locked, so I circle all the way around the hedges to where the pool is. The only thing I can see down the path is one single light, which I think is Henry’s guest house. I can hear some quiet splashing, but it’s too dark to see anything, and I guess it could just be the wind, but…I remember seeing some kind of electrical box out here somewhere, so I fumble around looking for the light switch outside the pool cabana when I run into something—no, someone. “Anna?”

“Ow! You stepped on my toe!”

“Who is that?” I ask just as I find the switches and flip one of them on. “Addison?” The glow of the interior pool lights illuminates the area just enough for me to see her standing there beside me, still in the champagne minidress she wore on her date with Henry, which I’m surprised is not still happening. “What are you doing here?”

But she doesn’t even flinch at the sound of my voice. Instead, her face lights up with delight as she crosses her arms, not tearing her eyes away from the pool. “Oh, I don’t think that’s the question you should be asking.”

My gaze follows hers, and the first thing I notice is a bright yellow triangle bikini top floating along the surface of the pool. But then my jaw drops the moment I see her. “Anna!”

My stepsister is in the pool, her hair piled high into a messy bun, her legs wrapped around Zeke’s waist with her arms wound around his neck.

“Uh-oh,” her tiny voice squeaks.

“Oh, this is good,” Addison says like she’s watching the montage part of an Ocean’s Eleven movie.

“Shit,” says Zeke as he squirms out from under Anna. “It’s not what it looks like.” He runs a shaky hand through his thick blond curls as he takes the stairs of the pool two at a time.

Anna scrambles for her bikini top with one arm wrapped around her chest.

I race to the edge of the pool and unzip my hoodie, which I drape over her shoulders as soon as she emerges from the water.

“Is this what it looks like?” I ask quietly.

She nods. “I think I fell for the wrong guy. At least this one has a job, though. Right?”

You can’t say she’s not optimistic.

“Had a job,” Addison says.

“You can’t tell anyone,” Zeke begs her. He trips as he tries stepping into his jeans even though he’s still soaking wet. “Please.”

“You owe me, Addison,” I remind her.

Addison touches her hand to her heart, being sarcastically dramatic. “How could I possibly let someone betray Henry like this?”

“Cut the crap,” Zeke tells her. “The cameras aren’t rolling. What do you want?”

Anna shivers beside me.

“Assurances,” Addison demands.

Zeke looks to Anna and then me. “Take her inside, okay? I’ll deal with this.”

I give Addison a sour look. “Guess you got home early from your date. Must not have gone very well.”

Her mouth curls into a grin. “Oh, I think I got here just in time.”

Last night, I stayed in Anna’s room until she fell asleep. I definitely missed out on precious walkie-talkie time, but I couldn’t abandon Anna. According to her, she fell hard for Zeke when she and Drew were doing their preshow interviews. She made the first move that day by slipping him her number. They texted day and night for the week leading up to production, and she planned on backing out of the show, but she could never find the right time. She had hoped to get sent home the first night, but instead it was Drew who was sent home before both of us. It wasn’t getting sent home that Anna was worried about. It was Zeke losing his job for cozying up to a contestant.

I brushed her hair and rubbed her back, and had every intention of talking to Addison before she went to bed, but by the time I left Anna, every light in the house was off.

In the morning, Anna is crouched beside my bed waiting for me. I gasp at the sight of her chin resting on my mattress just inches from my face.

“I have to tell Henry,” she says.

I sit up slowly, propping myself up on my elbows, and look around for Stacy or Sara Claire, but they’re both already up and gone. “Wait, wait, shouldn’t you talk to Zeke first? At least find out what he promised Addison?”

She shakes her head. “It won’t be anything he can actually deliver on. He’s a junior producer,” she whispers. “He can’t even get craft services to remember that he has a nut allergy. Addison will figure that out soon enough and she’ll rat him out. If I send myself home, she loses all the power. You have to help me find Henry.”

I sit up completely, my head spinning a little from waking up too quickly. “Okay, give me a minute to get dressed, and then we’ll figure it out.”