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“Is Nurse Thompkins back again this year?” Lisha asked. The campers had loved the older woman, but unfortunately a family emergency had her moving to Texas in the off season.

“No, she isn’t able to be with us again, but we have a highly recommended individual from Bangor joining our staff. Her name is Debbie Gorner, or Nurse Gorner to you, and you should be meeting her soon.”

Right. The woman was supposed to have arrived yesterday, but had yet to show. Not an auspicious beginning, but Hilly would cut her some slack. They needed a certified professional on site, and it was far too late to find someone else. She’d texted the woman, who’d told her that something had come up to delay her, but that she’d be here late today.

Hilly hoped that was the case.

“More questions? Concerns?” Hilly encouraged.

When no one spoke up, she went into her next practiced spiel; one which most of them were eagerly waiting for. “Now I’ll be giving each of you your cabin and camper assignments. If you?—"

The sound of a motorcycle in the distance interrupted her speech, so she stopped to wait it out. But instead of moving away, the sound of the rumbling pipes became louder and louder.

Who the hell was bringing a motorcycle here? Was it possible it was Nurse Gorner? Hilly snorted. That would earn the woman some instant cred with all the staff and campers.

Hilly held up a finger. “It seems we have a new arrival. Stay put while I go check it out, and I’ll be right back.”

She might as well have been talking to the wind. Every one of her ten counselors flew to the windows to get a gander at the newcomer.

“OMG!” Midge squealed.

“Nice,” Jadan hissed out, his eyes going wide.

Without joining them to gawk at…whatever, Hilly flew to the door and walked out into the yard.

Wha—?

The motorcycle pulling in was a stunning piece of equipment; all white, black, chrome, and leather.

It came to a stop.

Hessian-booted feet planted themselves on the dirt.

The engine turned off, and one highly muscled leg encased in crisp khaki’s swung over the elongated saddle.

The man stood to full height, which was mouth-gapingly, Everest-ly impressive, before he finally turned his aviator-shaded eyes within his open-shield helmet, in her direction.

Hilly stumbled.

Holy shit. She knew that face.

Goddammit.

Cisco Andera, in full police regalia, was about to fuck with her head and her entire freaking summer.

CHAPTER THREE

Cisco eyed the woman who’d come out to meet him.

Stunning, was the first word that came to mind. Cautious was the second.

She hadn’t said a word to him as he’d approached her. She simply stood there with her arms crossed under her ample, perky breasts, eyeing him as if he were the last person in Maine she wanted to see.

But… She’d asked for a self-defense instructor, hadn’t she? Unless…

Huh. Maybe she wasn’t the director, but a counselor who had no idea why he’d rolled up.

Cisco took a long look. The woman certainly looked young, so… He glanced around, but didn’t see anyone else; a person of authority.

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