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“Look at you, figuring things out all on your own.” Cottins glanced toward Marty. “And you said she was a stupid cunt.” The two of them exchanged a superior, amused look.

Hilly had taken as much as she could, and now she had phone calls to make, on top of everything else. She opened her mouth to order them off the property once again, but Cisco got to them, first.

He stepped forward, menacingly. “If you two don’t leave the premises immediately, I’ll call for back-up, and have you both cited for harassment and trespassing.”

“No need to call,” a voice from behind Hilly stated sharply. “I already alerted the chief. There’s a cruiser coming.”

Hilly wanted to drop her head in her hands. Could it get any worse? Apparently Alvero had heard the exchanges that had been made, but how much had he been privy to? Besides the legal jeopardy she faced, did he also know that Hilly had been a chubby, pathetic kid? Would the accepting, big-brother demeanor he’d shown her since the minute he arrived, change because of it?

Langford Cottins gloated “We don’t need to stick around any longer. My partner and I have said everything that needs to be imparted. Plus, a little more, obviously” He winked lasciviously at Hilly, looking her body up and down. “And for the record, Marty, your daughter doesn’t look half bad, now.”

A noise came from Cisco that sounded like a cross between an angry bear, and a rampaging lion. Hilly wasn’t sure if the distressed sounds were because of her visitors, her, or a combination of both.

Cisco spoke fast, and got directly to the point. “If you’re here by the time back-up arrives, I’m having you arrested.”

Marty gave him a slow, smarmy grin. “No need. We’re leaving.” He turned to walk away, but glanced back over his shoulder. “And good luck tapping that tub-o-lard daughter of mine.”

Cisco took a step toward him, but true to his cowardly nature, Marty double-timed it to his piece-of-shit truck, started it up, and drove away.

Cottins took a little longer to waltz to his car, clearly defying Cisco’s authority. But when the sound of a siren moved closer, he hastened into his vehicle and quickly took off.

“Well, shit,” Alvero huffed. “Hilly, are you okay?”

Hilly didn’t know what to say. She wanted reassurance from Cisco that she was, indeed, going to be okay, but, ignoring her, he strode toward the cruiser that had just pulled in.

She swallowed the large lump in her throat. If Cisco was putting off talking to her, it didn’t bode well.

“I guess so, Alvi,” Hilly sighed. “Marty tried this, ineffectually, after Gran died. To get a hold of this property, I mean. But he’s never had money behind him before.”

“I don’t think that will make a difference,” Alvero told her. “Everyone who’s local knows what a stain on humanity that man is. Uh… I’m sorry. He’s your father and all…”

“He’s no father of mine,” she rebutted, anger replacing her fear. “He hasn’t been since sixth grade when my mother kicked him out of the house. Jenson Duncan is my father, now.”

Alvi nodded sagely. He’d met Papa-J when he’d come out this morning, and the two had hit it off, big time. It hadn’t taken Alvi long to convince her father that two sets of hands were better than one when it came to the upgrades he was undertaking on her ropes course. Her Papa had agreed, and would be out tomorrow morning to assist.

“He’s a great guy,” Alvi agreed. “And I don’t blame you for not claiming that piece of crap who just left.”

“Thanks for that.” Hilly bit her lip, but she had to ask. “You don’t…? Has, um, your opinion of me changed?”

His head went back, and he looked at her, askance. “Why would it?” he questioned.

“Because…I’ve been lying to you. Pretending to be this put-together woman without a worry in the world, and now you know I’m nothing but an imposter. A fat kid who’s never gotten over the bullying I suffered as a child.”

Alvero approached her with a soft look in his eyes. “Hilly, you’re not an imposter. You’re a beautiful, vibrant woman who’s sweet and generous. I’m in awe of the amount of time you give your kids here at camp. And now, understanding your past, I commend you even further. A lot of people in your position would have tried to put a negative childhood experience far behind them. Instead, you stare it in the eye every day as you mentor and encourage your campers to love themselves. Hell,” he added, running a hand over his face, “if it wasn’t for Cisco, I’d be interested in you for all those reasons, and more.”

A growl sounded from behind Hilly, and she glanced back quickly to see Cisco’s scowling face.

Oh, shit.

“Take a hike, Alvi,” he snarled.

Far from looking contrite that he’d been caught complimenting Hilly, Alvero gave Cisco a huge, toothy grin, and a mock salute. “You got it buddy. I was just leaving.”

Hilly refused to turn around to face Cisco as Alvero took off and she heard the cruiser drive away. She could feel the anger radiating off him. All she wanted to do was run back to her cabin and hide, because this wasn’t the confrontation she’d been imagining when she’d thought about revealing her past.

“Hilly. Look at me,” Cisco ordered gruffly.

She shook her head. “There’s no reason. You’re mad at me, and I get it. I wasn’t honest with you. I hid who I was, and…” she trailed off, not knowing what else to say.

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