"Come on!" Camila groaned, jabbing Antonio's contact on her phone screen. She tapped the call button, pressed the phone to her ear, her feet tapping on the ground. "Come on, pick up, pick up."

Madison was right beside her, leaning on the car as Camila paced back and forth with her phone, calling Antonio for the umpteenth time in the last few minutes—well, forty minutes can't be labeled "few" anymore; it's getting to an hour.

Camila stopped pacing, ran a finger through her hair, not roughly ...