well into her third piña colada of the day right now, a Caribbean breeze tickling her toes as she solved a whodunit before the detective did. She was supposed to be sidling up to a tiki bar later tonight with her new sundress on, irresistible with her sun-kissed shoulders and coconut-shampooed hair.
She was not supposed to be playing camp counselor to a bunch of teenaged twits whoâd ruined her entire summer.
And she was definitely not supposed to be melting into a strangerâs smoky green eyes while she imagined his hands making her forget all of it.
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âWhat did you say to her?â Piperâs voice was sharp as Luke came around the corner into the kitchen.
âWhat? Who?â He shook his head as he plucked a bottled water out of the fridge. âWhat are you talking about?â
âGabi. Who do you think?â Piper hooked a thumb toward the window. âShe looks like you just stole her puppy.â
Luke glanced out the window, and felt his stomach clench as he watched Gabi rub her temples, then close her eyes as she raised her face to the sun and took a long, deep breath. Even from here, he could see the tension in her shoulders, could see the tightness in her jaw ⦠could see the frustration in her posture.
She was so out of her element that she might as well be on Mars, but apparently, she was too proud to accept help. Yet, anyway.
âI offered to give her a hand, if you must know.â
âWow.â Piper raised her eyebrows. âOnly took you till day three to freak out about strangers taking over?â
âShut up, Piper.â
She laughed. âJust saying. I knew you couldnât stand back and watch.â
âDonât really have a choice, do I? Sheâs in charge of them, whether sheâs got the least clue or not.â
â Does she have a clue?â
Pictures of the past forty-eight hours flashed through his headâthe raccoons, the poison ivy, the fish hook that had, as predicted, ended up embedded in Eveâs cheek.
âIâm sure she knows what works in her normal setting. But this is decidedly not her normal setting.â
âObviously. But why do you want to help?â
Luke sighed. âBecause it occurred to me sometime in the past twenty-four hours that maybe the best way to convince Briarwood not to decimate our existence is to show someone from Briarwood how we do things here.â
âAh.â Piper nodded. âBut sheâs not biting. So what are you going to do?â
âWhat can I do?â He put up his hands. âSheâs determined to do it on her own, and Iâve got a project list fit for ten men. I guess for now, if she and the girls leave me alone, Iâll give them the same wide berth.â
âMm-hm.â Piper poured ingredients into a mixing bowl, but kept her eyes carefully averted.
âPiper?â
She rolled her eyes. âI know. Shut up.â
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âGabi?â A little while later, Oliver swung out of the doorway of the admin cottage. âI have a thought.â
âOkay?â
âCâmere. I want to show you something.â He motioned for her to follow him up a pathway she hadnât yet taken. It headed uphill from the beach area, toward a thick stand of pines, and it was cool as Oliver led her through the trees and up some stone steps that looked like theyâd been placed in the hill a long time ago.
He paused halfway up, pointing out at the lake. âBest view on the property right here, donât you think?â
She followed his finger, nodding at the view of tiny, colorful sailboats hopping along the whitecaps, but suspected his reason for stopping had more to do with catching his breath than showing her the scenery.
After a moment, he turned to climb the remainder of the hill, and it pained Gabi to admit she was huffing like an asthmatic by the time they crested the top.
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