“Sounds easy enough,” he replied, then asked, “I know it’s kind of early, but I’m starving. What are your plans for dinner tonight?”
“I was thinking we could either do brats or steaks. I picked up a tri tip too, but figured we could save that for the last night.”
“That sounds good, and for tonight, steaks sound perfect.”
“We can head back and get the grill fired up. I can always hop on the four-wheeler and take a quick turn around the camp before dinner.”
“Perfect.”
We were headed back toward our cabins when the sound of leaves crunching had me bracing and looking to my left.
The last thing I expected to see was a leggy brunette in cut-offs and a tank top come walking out of the woods. Being an hour away from the closest town meant we didn’t often get unexpected visitors, but I was more curious than worried when she spotted us and relief flooded her face.
“Hey,” she said, her low, throaty voice open and friendly. “I’m so happy to see you guys. I parked back in the welcome lot, which is empty by the way, and have been growing more and more worried. This is Camp Gabriel Lewis, right? I’m supposed to be filling in for my sister as chaperone for the week while my nephew’s here at camp.”
I took in her big brown eyes and long dark hair, which was currently going wild and trying to escape its ponytail, then shot Reardon a look before turning back to her and replying, “I hate to say it, darlin’, but camp doesn’t start until next week.”
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