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With him, failure was never an option.
     
    SHELLY AND BLYTHE WERE walking up the hill toward him and the rest of the group.  Their arms were linked together like a couple of school girls. He couldn’t make out their feminine chatter, but the animated expressions on their faces told him the conversation was cheerful.
    Sean’s breath caught in his throat when Blythe caught his gaze.  Her face broke into a beaming smile and, even though he knew it wasn’t intended for him, he cherished it just the same.  His chest tightened at the sight of creamy, curvy thighs peeking out beneath her khaki shorts.  On the morning breeze, a ponytail of thick brown hair playfully bounced against her shoulders.  His fingers itched to release that glorious mane, allowing it to flow freely down her back.  God, she was even more beautiful today than she was yesterday.
    When they got to within earshot, he barked,   “Glad you saw fit to join us, Counselor.”
    The expression on her face turned from lighthearted to disdainful.  He tamped down a grin.  There was a price to be paid for insubordination. 
    As they filed into a horizontal line, he lifted the pen from his clipboard. Looking to his left he yelled, “Potato Peeler!”
    Private Kean’s face turned bright red.  “Present and accounted for, sir!”
    Moving down the line, his eyes rested on a petite, blond-haired, green-eyed woman in a white, tight-fitting dress.  The top two buttons were open, revealing an abundance of cleavage. 
    “Nurse Nightingale!”
    She batted barely-visible lashes.  Her voice was soft and breathy as a summer breeze.  “At your service, sir.”
    Oh hell.  The last thing he needed was a member of his staff crushing on him.  He gave her a curt nod and moved on down the line.
    “Shelly Bellybutton!”
    “Here, sir.”
    He made a check mark on his board and grinned wickedly. 
    “Honeybun Hottie!”
    He patiently waited for the storm which was sure to come.
    Blythe whirled on her best friend. Steam was practically coming out of her ears.  This time he could hear their exchange loud and clear.
    “What the hell?”
    Shelly cajolingly nudged Blythe with her elbow.  “Everybody gets a nickname at summer camp,” she said, smiling.  “It’s fun.  It’s tradition.” 
    “It’s embarrassing.  You blabbed to him about my stash ?”
    “He asked me.  What was I supposed to do?”
    “You could have told him it was none of his damn business.  Isn’t there some sort of military code concerning this type of thing? He asks, you don’t tell?”
    Sean couldn’t suppress the chuckle bubbling from his chest.  Walking over to them, he placed a strong hand on Blythe’s sweet shoulder. “It’s ‘Don’t ask, don’t tell,’ Honeybun Hothead.  And we stopped not asking and not telling in September of 2011.”
    She shrugged off his hand and smirked.  “Which is it then? Hottie or Hothead? I’ll not answer to both.”
    Sean winked at her.  “I haven’t decided yet.  When I do, you’ll be the first to know.”  Turning on his heel, he yelled back over his shoulder. 
    “Dismissed.”
     
    THE GIGANTIC GREYHOUND BUS came barreling through the campground gate, boiling up enough dust to reduce visibility to zero.  Blythe couldn’t see her hand in front of her face much less the campers exiting the bus. When the reddish-brown cloud cleared, she gasped in surprise.  She had expected at least a hundred screaming children ranging in ages from seven to seventeen.  Instead, there was a grand total of five teenagers—three boys and two girls, all looking to be around the same age.
    The expressions on their faces ran the gamut from smug to detached to angry to docile to combative.  A Hispanic boy standing closest to the front of the group reared his hand back and aggressively swatted the girl beside him on the behind.  Her eyes brimmed with tears while the other three snickered. 
    Blythe’s heart clenched with empathy.  Being a counselor,