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okay—it was laid-back and it was fun to see all the new equipment first. Besides, he’d do anything to get a few hours away from the Hideaway and from his parents. Ever since the trouble last winter, they watched him like a hawk.
    But he didn’t like it when it rained. The guests needed someone to take their frustrations out on, and the seventeen-year-old nobody behind the register made the perfect target.
    And, of course, he had to treat them like royalty, even though they smelled rank and they dripped all over the merchandise, because, of course, they’d stayed out on the golf course too long, as if ignoring the rain would make it go away. They pawed the clothes, swung the clubs and tried on cap after cap. They bitched about everything and never bought squat.
    He was trying to explain to Mr. Inkerfino that they didn’t carry these microfiber, herringbone golf shorts in a four-X—without implying that people who wore four-X probably shouldn’t even be on a golf course and definitely shouldn’t be wearing herringbone—when he caught a whiff of jasmine and sandalwood above the sweat.
    His heart did a pole-vault jump. That was Janelle Greenwood’s perfume. It was probably the only perfume he’d recognize with his eyes closed.
    â€œHi, Danny,” she said from behind him.
    He handed the three-X shorts to Mr. Inkerfino, then turned, smiling. “Hi, Ms. Greenwood.”
    She tilted her head, giving him a mock stern look. “Ms. Greenwood?”
    He shrugged, hoping the flush he felt around his chest didn’t make its way to his face. He had a zit right near his hairline and his freckles would probably light up like a Christmas tree. His stupid sensitive skin was one of the eight million reasons he hated being a redhead.
    For the freckles, his grandfather said he should swab them with the blood of a hare or distilled water of walnuts. When he was a kid, he had begged his mom to make some kind of rabbit dinner, in the hopes that he could get hold of some blood. The walnut thing just didn’t make any sense to a ten-year-old at all.
    She’d refused, so he had the damn things still. The sign of a true Irishman, his father assured him proudly. Yeah, right . Freckles and blushes and acne. Real sexy .
    â€œMs. Greenwood?” Janelle said again, softly.
    Last time she was in the shop, she’d asked him to call her Janelle. Anything else was silly, she’d said, considering that she was probably only a few years older than he was. But his manager, Mr. Beaner, was a real stickler and he would have fired Daniel if he heard him getting chummy with a customer.
    â€œUmm…well… Hey, that’s your new tennis dress, isn’t it?” Daniel hoped she’d be willing to change the subject. He’d helped her pick the dress out yesterday and it looked really hot on her. “Did you get rained out?”
    â€œYeah,” she said, but she didn’t seem upset at all. She was the only one in here who wasn’t pissed off. “Saved by the storm, thank goodness! I was behind five-love. I told Lincoln I was hopeless and I think he’s finally beginning to believe me.”
    Daniel felt the edges of his smile sag. Lincoln Gray was everything Daniel wanted to be—blond, blue-eyed, sophisticated, rich, funny…and, most of all, old enough to interest Janelle Greenwood.
    And boy was she interested. Ever since Gray had arrived in town a couple of weeks ago, Janelle had hung out with him 24/7.
    Not that it changed Daniel’s life any—except maybe his fantasy life. He still slaved four days a week at the Hideaway, doing all the grunt work his parents could think of, and then three days a week here at The Mangrove. He still had to take orders from Bart Thomas, the kid who’d owned this job for two years but was leaving it to go off to Duke on a baseball scholarship in the fall.
    Bart was a jackass. He was only eighteen, ten months older