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think you could breeze in here and spend the summer working for me as if nothing ever happened between us?"
    That stopped her. Her head came up and her eyes flared as she turned back to him. "Maybe the fact that it happened years ago and I thought you'd be mature enough to be over it by now."
    "Of course I'm over it," he snapped, and started to take a seat to prove how unaffected he was by her presence. Except his chair wasn't there and he nearly fell on his ass before he caught his balance. Wouldn't that have been great? He jerked the chair off the floor and slammed it in place. Dropping to the seat, he blindly shuffled papers. "Just because I'm over you doesn't mean I want you working for me. As I remember, you weren't exactly the most responsible person I've ever met."
    "Not responsible!" She nearly choked. "Joe, I was barely more than—than a child back then."
    "A child?" He raked her lush body with a pointed look. "That's not how I remember it." And he did remember. He remembered how she looked naked, how her skin smelled, how she used to laugh even while they were making out… even when his eager teenage body was driving hard inside of her. He remembered clearly how that felt.
    Christ. Now he had a hard-on.
    He ran a hand over his face. "I don't want you here."
    "Your mother hired me."
    "And I'm firing you."
    "Because of things that happened when we were stupid teenagers?"
    "No." He gritted his teeth, refusing to look at her. "Because you're not right for the job."
    "Of arts and crafts coordinator?" Her voice went up an octave. "I have a fine arts degree. How am I not qualified to teach craft classes at a summer camp?"
    "I know you, Maddy." He shuffled more papers, making a mess of his orderly piles. "You had three jobs in high school and you were fired from every one of them."
    "Because you were always talking me into ditching work so we could go to the lake." When he still wouldn't look at her, she marched over and planted her hands on the desk. "Has it occurred to you that I might be a very different person now than I was then? People change, you know."
    He looked up, straight into green eyes so beautiful his chest ached. "Not that much they don't."
    "Apparently not." Temper added color to her cheeks. "You're still as pigheaded and-and… selfish as you were at eighteen. God, what did I ever see in you?"
    "I think we both know the answer to that." He longed to say something crude that would slice her to the bone, but the words stuck in his throat. "You can't work here. End of discussion."
    "You can't fire me!" she shouted back. How like Maddy. Tell her she can't do something, and suddenly it's the one thing she's hell-bent to do no matter what. "It's not your camp. It's your mother's."
    "Yeah, but I run it for her." He came out of the chair with his hands on the desk, bringing them nose to nose. "And I say—"
    Her scent hit him like a punch to the gut, a wild, sweet fragrance that went straight to his brain and triggered a barrage of memories. The taste of her lips. The feel of her nimble fingers on his body. The expression on her face as she straddled his lap. The sound of her voice saying, "I love you."
    That memory cut the deepest.
    His gaze dropped to her lips. All he'd have to do to taste that sweet, generous mouth again was lean forward a few inches. She gasped softly, as if reading his mind.
    "Madeline?" His mother's voice came from the parking lot.
    Joe jerked upright a heartbeat before she came hobbling through the door as fast as she could move with her cane. With frail bones and cotton white hair, she might look every one of her eighty-plus years, but her blue eyes were as bright as ever.
    A smile lit up her wrinkled face. "There you are! Harold at the gate told me you were here." She extended her free arm. "It's so good to see you!"
    Joe stood in rigid silence as the two women hugged, although he wanted to pick his mother up, carry her outside, and demand to know what she'd been thinking to hire Maddy