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  “I need coffee and lots of it,” Cassie said. “Have you made the real stuff yet?”

  The “real” coffee was brewed in a small pot in Beth’s tiny office. Beth ground the coffee beans she kept hidden in a drawer. The huge dispenser of coffee they served to exhausted counselors was less expensive and brewed by the gallon. They let only the most desperate volunteers in on their secret; otherwise it disappeared before Cassie got more than one mug.

  “It’s in there waiting for you. Rough night?”

  It had been too hot for Cassie to sleep under the quilt on her bed. She had stared at the ceiling and resolved to keep a close eye on Will Overman during the week. Even if he wasn’t there to take her camp out from under her, she didn’t trust men like him. Will had probably never worried about money in his entire life and never stopped to realize the people around him might have had a very different life.

  When Cassie came to Sunset Camp as a camper, she arrived as a broken kid, abandoned by her father. During her week at the camp, she learned she had another father, a heavenly Father. It had changed her life, and it still changed lives today.

  “Did the missing delivery mess up your menu?” Cassie asked.

  Beth poured perfect circles of batter on the griddle with one hand while flipping the pancakes on the back row with a spatula. “It worked out for the best. I switched to pancakes instead of the omelets. The blueberries will be fresher today anyway.”

  Cassie was blessed to have such a capable staff working with her. Emory, who was seventy-five years young, still drove down to the canyon several days a week to take care of mowing their grass and help with maintenance.

  The morning sunlight streamed in from the tall windows across the east walls. “I’d better get some work done before breakfast.”

  “I’ll save you something to eat.” A timer behind Beth dinged.

  “What about you?” Cassie asked. “Are you having breakfast?”

  Beth held up the spatula, batter dripping off the side. “Can’t. I’m back on my diet.”

  This was her third diet in five weeks. Cassie didn’t approve of Beth’s crazy diets, but from the look on her face, now wasn’t the right time to talk about it. Cassie mentally added it to her list of things to pray about.

  Cassie left the kitchen and walked through the dining area. A narrow hallway led to a wing of the building that housed their camp offices. A glass door at the end of the hall opened to the outside. After pouring herself a mug of coffee in Beth’s office, Cassie walked into her own small office. Paper, binders, and receipts were stacked in neat piles on every open surface, including the windowsill. Books sat in the two straight-backed chairs across from the desk. Beside the door was a basket of loose slips of paper. Cassie had spent months going through every bill, checkbook, or ledger she could find to organize all the camp’s paperwork.

  While the old computer sputtered, Cassie stared out the window at the creek running through the canyon. As she waited for her e-mail to open, she wrapped her hands around the mug and took a sip of her still-steaming coffee.

  A dinging noise indicated she had new e-mails. As she scrolled through the list, she stopped when she saw Marvin Hartley’s name. Her boss rarely sent her e-mails. Mr. Hartley was the director over all the denomination’s camps in the state. He had once told her that e-mail was too impersonal; although one wouldn’t say that Mr. Hartley was very personable face-to-face. At the time, she thought he didn’t know how to use the fancy computer in his office, but when she received a handwritten note a few weeks later, she decided he was just old-fashioned.

  Her foot bounced as she waited for the box to open.

  Dear Miss Langley:

  I will be in the area next Monday, and I would like to sit down and discuss some of the issues of the camp. Please respond to let me know if this day will work with your schedule.

  Regards,

  Marvin Hartley

  Cassie reread the message three times. She repeated the words the issues over and over in her head.

  She rarely saw her boss. He had news, and she prayed it would be good.

  When her predecessor left the camp, Mr. Hartley had told Cassie her move from the job of assistant director to the position of director was temporary. Was her time as interim director coming to an end?

  There was a knock on her door. Cassie minimized the message even though no one, except maybe Beth, would suspect the benign note could be a warning.

  “Cassie, are you in here?”

  Will.

  Cassie stood and opened the door. “Do you need more rope?”

  Will looked as if he had been awake for hours.

  He scratched the back of his head. “No rope. I heard a rumor, and I wanted to investigate it.”

  Cassie picked a strand of her cat’s yellow fur off her army green pants and pretended not to notice Will’s dimples. “Okay,” she said, bracing herself. “What’s the rumor?”

  “The word on the street is you have secret coffee hidden somewhere.”

  Cassie’s mouth dropped open. “Where did you hear that?”

  Will leaned his arm on the doorframe. “I have my sources, and I smell the distinct scent of gourmet coffee brewing.”

  She crossed one hiking boot over the other. “There’s coffee for everyone in the cafeteria on the table with the juice and water. Anyone is welcome to it.”

  Will smiled a toothy grin and leaned in toward her. He smelled like soap and mint mouthwash. “I tested that coffee, and it’s not the good stuff. I think the legend of the secret coffee is true, but you’re hiding it.”

  Cassie averted her eyes from his gaze. “What makes you think I have anything to hide?”

  “Maybe you don’t trust me with your special coffee.”

  Beth’s head popped through the door beside Will’s shoulder. “Hey, guys. Am I interrupting?”

  “No. Will was going to get coffee from our wonderful drink table.”

  “Actually, we have some great coffee in my office,” Beth said, pointing to her office door. “Right through there. Help yourself.”

  Will put his hand on Beth’s shoulder but never took his eyes from Cassie. “Thank you. I’ll do that.”

  ❧

  The tiny concession stand made the July afternoon feel even hotter. Cassie ripped open a box of candy. During break time, campers swam, hiked, or took part in the most popular activity—hanging out in front of the snack bar to flirt. Seeing the campers try to grow up too fast frustrated Cassie. The girls wore too much makeup, and the boys competed for their attention. Cassie wanted them to focus on Bible studies, prayer time, and making friends, but she couldn’t do anything but keep a close eye on them.

  Cassie and Beth gathered their most useful information behind the bar while taking money and handing out sweets. If the campers noticed the adults a few feet away, they must have assumed they were there only to provide sour straws and giant pickles.

  Cassie warned the counselors about plans for sneaking out of the cabins, and she often thwarted young hand-holding couples from wandering into the woods out of the watchful eye of the leaders.

  Cassie unloaded a case of sodas into the refrigerator. “Why did you give Will our coffee?” she asked Beth.

  Beth took a roll of gray tape from the top of the old refrigerator. “Have you ever heard the saying ‘Keep your friends close and your enemies closer’?”

  “I guess you’re right.” Cassie wiped the back of her hand across her forehead.

  Beth bit a piece of tape off with her teeth and stuck it to the falling corner of a piece of poster board that listed snack prices. “But I have to say, he is charming. He complimented my french bread at lunch.”

  Cassie dusted the rough counter with a damp rag. “Are you sure you’re not interested in him?”

  “No. Why?” Beth asked. “You don’t like him, do you?”

  Cassie kept wiping. “He probably spends more time and money on his looks than I do.”

  Of course, that wasn’t say
ing much. Today her hair was in its usual ponytail, and she was wearing one of her many pairs of cargo pants. She didn’t know how any woman could go through an entire workday without pockets. But that morning she had put on a white V-neck top instead of her usual camp T-shirt.

  Beth put the last few Kit Kats into a box. “I sure could use one of these right now.”

  Cassie wanted one, too, but it would be cruel to eat it in front of Beth. Beth hated exercise but constantly began and ended the latest fad diet. It was grapefruit one week, only bacon and eggs the next, and once she went a week and a half eating only cabbage soup. Cassie envied her friend’s curves. Beth had hips and a butt, and her shirts fit just right. Cassie was built like her mother, naturally petite and thin, and way too boyish.

  The bell in the yard clanged, and a group of girls in chandelier earrings and pink fingernails made their way to the snack bar. Cassie asked the girl with a short, spiky haircut which flavor of sucker she wanted, keeping her eyes on Will, who moved toward them, talking to another counselor. Her stomach tightened, but she put on a smile.

  “If it isn’t my two new best friends,” Will said.

  Beth kicked Cassie under the counter. Cassie smiled, remembering Beth’s plan to keep a close watch on Will. “You were a pretty easy friend to win. All we had to do was point you in the direction of coffee.”

  Will pointed to the older man with him. “This is my cabinmate Roger. We’ve recently discovered that fourteen-year-old boys are the smelliest creatures on the face of the earth.”

  “Try cleaning their cabins every week,” Cassie said.

  Will wore swim trunks and a bright towel around his neck. “That’s dedication.” He laid a dollar bill on the counter. “Could Roger and I get a couple bottles of water?”

  She took out the waters and wrapped paper towels around the outside. “I see you’re planning to take a swim.”

  Will took the waters and handed one to Roger. “I saw some of the guys trying to dunk each other. We’re going to show them how it’s done.”

  When the men had walked away toward the pool, Cassie took a deep breath, trying to stay as casual as possible and not worry Beth. “Did I mention that the boss is going to be coming down to the camp next week?”

  Beth, who had hopped up to sit on the edge of the chest freezer, leaned forward. “Mr. Hartley’s coming here? Why? Why doesn’t he send someone from his office like he usually does?”

  Cassie kept her eyes on a boy and girl who had separated from the group and were sitting on the grass side by side. “I don’t know. His e-mail said—”

  “Wait a minute,” Beth said. “He e-mailed you?”

  “Yes, and he has some issues to talk to me about.”

  Beth swung her legs. For a moment, she looked like one of the campers. “Are you worried? I mean, he doesn’t come down here unless it’s something pretty big.”

  Cassie’s head ached because of the stifling heat. She needed to lie down. She shouldn’t have brought up the e-mail. “I don’t think it’s a big deal. I mean, he probably has to visit every camp at least once or twice a year.”

  An awkward silence hung between them until two boys, sweating and out of breath, ordered Gatorades.

  Beth shrugged. “Sure, you’re probably right. Nothing to worry about.”

  Three

  Will pushed his brother’s tool belt and electric drill from the passenger seat to the dusty floorboard and climbed into Connor’s four-wheel-drive pickup. “This thing’s a mess.”

  Connor drummed his thumbs against the steering wheel. “It’s a work truck. What do you expect?”

  Despite their innate differences, Will and Connor made a good team. Connor handled the construction side of their real-estate business, spending his days outside the office on job sites. Will dealt with the development end, negotiating deals and looking for new projects. “This needs to be quick. I have a guy down there covering for me in a cabin full of crazed teenagers.”

  Connor sifted through a stack of paper on his dashboard. “It shouldn’t take long. My crew can’t start working on the renovation until you sign these contracts.” Connor pushed a clipboard of papers and an ink pen into Will’s hands.

  Will read through the first page and flipped to the next. He rolled his shoulders in an attempt to relieve some of the tension that crept back into his muscles. Will loved his work, and he was good at it. But he hadn’t even realized the pressure he felt from his father and their clients until he had a break from it at the camp.

  “I have to hand it to you,” Connor said. “You’re pretty committed to your job, spending a week down there.”

  Will looked up from the paperwork. “What do you mean? I’m taking a week off work.”

  “Sure.” Connor rested an arm on the open window, staring out past the wooden Sunset Camp sign toward the canyon. “I just can’t believe Dad talked you into doing something so crazy for a deal.”

  Will fought off annoyance at Connor’s assumptions. “There isn’t a deal right now. Dad is just interested in the place.”

  Connor’s face creased with surprise. “I figured he put you up to this. Everybody knows the camp is on the verge of going under. Why else would you be here?”

  Their father had suggested Will look into the property, but it wasn’t why Will was at the camp. “The youth minister said he needed another adult to volunteer. I’m here to help out.”

  “Then I’m surprised Dad was so gung ho about you taking the week off work,” Connor said.

  Will couldn’t remember the last time any of them had taken an entire week away from the business. “You have a point.”

  “He could be testing you. If we end up buying this place, maybe he’ll let you handle more of the big contracts.”

  And maybe his father would stop treating Will like he was seventeen.

  “Mom would be happy. That’s for sure,” Connor said.

  Their mother had been trying to get their dad to slow down and travel more or at least stop spending sixty hours a week in the office. “I don’t know. Buying this place would make perfect business sense, but right now I just want to help them get out of their mess. I’d hate to see it close.”

  “Uh-oh. Is my business-savvy brother turning sentimental on me?”

  Will chuckled. “I wouldn’t go that far, but the new director and I were reminiscing about being campers. She’s pretty passionate about what they do down there, and I can’t really blame her.”

  Connor raised a dark eyebrow. “So you’re not interested in the property because of this woman?”

  “It’s not like that. I just met her, and apparently she’s not too fond of me.”

  “Then she must not know you’re Wyatt Bend’s most eligible bachelor, or she’d be throwing herself at you like all the rest.”

  Will shook his head at the ribbing from his brother. “From what I can tell, she thinks I’m pretty obnoxious.”

  “I like her already,” Connor said.

  “Very funny.” Will scribbled his signature and the date on the bottom line and handed the contract back to Connor. “Besides, she’s not my type. Don’t get me wrong. She’s gorgeous in a tomboyish sort of way, but she’s stubborn and unreasonable.”

  Connor shoved the clipboard back onto his dashboard. “Sounds exactly like the kind of girl you need to keep you in line. But if you want Dad to stop breathing down your neck every day, you’ll figure out a way to make this deal happen.”

  ❧

  Cassie shone the flashlight on the path to her house. Trees hid all but the chimney of the home that sat twenty feet up the narrow road leading out of the canyon.

  Inside, she turned on the radio to chase away the quietness. She didn’t have a television, and in the evenings the silent house was a stark contrast to the screaming youth.

  Petal, Cassie’s plump yellow cat, dozed on the couch, curled up on her favorite afghan. Cassie hopped as she unlaced her hiking boots. Petal opened one eye, letting her know she had woken her.

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nbsp; The phone rang, and Cassie tucked it under her ear. “Hi, Mom,” she said without hearing the voice on the other end of the line. Her mother called three times a week without fail before she went to bed.

  “Where were you? I’ve been trying to call you all evening,” her mother said.

  Cassie plopped onto an overstuffed chair. The blanket she used to cover the ratty cushions slipped down, revealing outdated brown and orange fabric. “Mom, you know I can’t always get home on time. It’s not like I work a nine to five.”

  The sound of running water and dishes clanking came from the other end of the phone. Since her father had left when Cassie was ten years old, her mother had lived alone. Most likely she had cooked for Cassie’s sister, Melissa; Melissa’s accountant husband; and the couple’s two girls, but Cassie was too stubborn to ask about her sister. She wasn’t in the mood to hear her mother talk about Melissa and her perfect life.

  “Honey, I know you don’t work a normal job, but maybe that’s the problem.”

  “Not tonight, Mom.”

  The sound of running water stopped. “I’m worried about you.”

  Petal jumped into Cassie’s lap. When Cassie had taken over as director, the cat had shown up at the kitchen door. She purred and pressed her paws into Cassie’s leg. “There’s nothing to worry about. I’m fine.”

  Cassie and her mother had had this conversation a hundred times before, and Cassie couldn’t figure out how to keep from repeating it. She closed her eyes to prepare for what was next.

  “How are you going to meet a husband if you spend all your time working?”

  There it was. The question she hated most, even more than, “When are you going to get a real job?” Cassie held her breath.

  “Cassie? Are you still there?”

  She tapped the phone against her forehead then held the phone back up to her face. “I’m still here, Mom.”

  “I want you to settle down like Melissa. She is your baby sister.”

  Petal lifted her chin in the air when Cassie scratched her neck. “It’s not like twenty-seven is ancient. A lot of women have careers before they have families.” This argument was impossible to win.