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only an occasional tree breaking the velvety green expanse. If this was Firefly Valley, and he suspected it must be, it was no wonder Greg had decided to stay.
    Blake looked down the road, nodding when he saw the road’s abrupt ending and the sun glinting off a handful of metal roofs that ringed one edge of a sparkling lake. Rainbow’s End. Though he hadn’t expected it, a sense of anticipation bubbled up inside him.
    He gave the car more gas, suddenly in a hurry to see the place Greg Vange now called home. The gates were a nice touch, seeming to welcome guests rather than exclude them. And, while the rainbow logo could appear juvenile or amateur, it didn’t. Instead, it only increased Blake’s belief that this was where he was supposed to be. This was where he’d rediscover his muse.
    After parking in front of the small Tyrolean-style building whose sign identified the office, Blake hurried through the door. If this building and the charming gazebo were any indication, Rainbow’s End was an eclectic collection of cabins that seemed to be unified only by their metal roofs.
    â€œHello.” He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the relative darkness of the office. No one answered. Blake looked around. Though this was clearly the place where guests would check in and out, there were no employees behind the counter. He spotted an old-fashioned belland tapped it. No answer. Another tap. Still no answer. He turned to leave the building, but then he heard footsteps on the tile floor.
    â€œMay I help you?”
    Blake spun around at the sound of a melodic voice. That voice was attached to one of the prettiest female forms he’d ever seen. The woman, whom he guessed to be in her midtwenties, was an inch or two above average height. Her long dark hair was dusted with what appeared to be flour, and her left cheek held a smudge of what was undeniably chocolate frosting, but what caught his attention were her eyes. A warm tawny brown, they radiated both intelligence and exasperation. He hoped he wasn’t the cause of the latter.
    â€œI’m Blake Kendall,” he said, wondering why it was suddenly so vital that this woman not be annoyed with him. He’d seen beautiful women before. He’d even dated a woman whose beauty rivaled a model’s until he’d discovered how high maintenance she was. And then there was Ashley. But now was not the time to be thinking about Ashley and her temper. She was part of the past, and this woman was definitely the present. More importantly, this woman’s appeal was more than physical. Blake felt as if they shared some deep connection. It was crazy. They’d just met and had exchanged only a few words. He had no reason to feel this way, and yet he did.
    â€œGreg Vange is expecting me.” To Blake’s relief, his voice sounded normal.
    â€œHe is?” She appeared shocked. Was it because she’d felt that same inexplicable attraction, or was it simply that she hadn’t been told of his arrival?
    Blake nodded. “He said I could stay in his cabin.”
    A hint of something—confusion, perhaps—crossed her face, and she frowned. “There must have been a misunderstanding. We thought you were coming tomorrow.”
    The way her eyes flickered to the side combined with the evidence that she’d obviously been frosting a cake made Blake think this woman was overloaded with work, and he’d just made it worse.
    â€œI’m sorry. I thought Greg said to come this morning.” He wascertain that was what his friend had said, but there was no reason to be emphatic about it, since the message had obviously been garbled at some point.
    â€œGreg’s getting married in three hours and seven minutes.” The fact that she didn’t have to look at a clock to make that announcement confirmed Blake’s assumption that the lovely woman with hair the color of dark chocolate was scrambling to get things ready for