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night.
    Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew CCR policy was to greet each customer with a bright smile and a �Welcome to Coastal Campground Resorts. How can I help you?� But all I could manage was �Hi.�
    Totally wrong. I hoped no one reviewed the security tapes later.
    ï¿½We were wondering how much it costs to camp here,� he said.
    We. We. We?
    I snapped to attention, broadened my vision, and noticed the guy standing beside him. But his blond hair and brown eyes barely registered with me. I turned my attention back to Blue Eyes. �What kind of vehicle?�
    ï¿½Motorcycle.�
    I shook my head. I�d been asking about recreational vehicle. RV. Camping vehicle. �What do you sleep in?�
    ï¿½Our boxer shorts,� his friend said.
    Blue Eyes laughed. �Come on, Zach. That�snot what she was asking.�
    He dropped his gaze to my chest. I wondered if he was hearing the hard thudding of my heart and wanted to watch when it burst through my ribs. He lifted his gaze back to me.
    ï¿½Jennifer��
    My name tag. He�d been reading my name tag.
    ï¿½ï¿½we have a tent.�
    I swallowed hard, cleared my throat, and went into sales speak. �Uh, for a tent, we have several options. We have the actual campsites that are blacktopped. You could park your motorcycle on the blacktop and pitch your tent on the sand between the sites. You�d have access to an electrical outlet and a water hookup there. It�s twenty dollars a night.�
    He grimaced. �Ouch. You said several options. Let�s skip right to the cheapest.�
    ï¿½That would be the beach.� And truly the only other option. I couldn�t figure out why I�d said �several� when there were really only two: paved campsite or beach.
    ï¿½How much is that?� he asked.
    ï¿½Actually, the beach is free.�
    ï¿½That�s what we want,� Zach said.
    ï¿½Not so fast,� Blue Eyes said. �What�s the catch?�
    ï¿½It�s ten dollars if you want to use the camp facilities.�
    ï¿½Does that include the showers?�
    I nodded.
    ï¿½What else does that ten bucks get us?�
    ï¿½The pool, mini-golf, shuffleboard��
    ï¿½Yeah, like I want to spend time playing shuffleboard with someone�s grandpa before I go into the army,� Zach said.
    ï¿½Are you going into the army?� I asked Blue Eyes.
    ï¿½At the end of the summer. We�re camping along the coast until we leave.�
    ï¿½That�s awesome.�
    ï¿½Yeah, so far it�s been great. If we camp on the beach and pay our ten bucks, when do we have to stop using the shower?� he asked.
    I was a little disappointed that he�d gotten right back to the business at hand, when I wanted to know more about him. It was so strange, because I was never curious about the campers. But then most of them weren�t this hot.
    ï¿½Noon tomorrow,� I told him.
    He looked over at his friend. �I really want to use that shower.�
    ï¿½If we pay our money tonight,� Zach said, �can we stay camped out there tomorrow night if we don�t pay tomorrow?�
    I nodded. �Like I said, the beach is free. You just can�t use the facilities.�
    ï¿½Okay,� Blue Eyes said. �Where do I sign?�
    I handed him a registration form. �Just fill that out, and I�ll give you a passkey that�ll get you into the showers.�
    ï¿½Cool.�
    I watched as he wrote in the information. His name was Dylan Nelson. His address was in Dallas. When he was finished, I took his registration form and his ten dollars. I felt guilty taking his money because it sounded like he didn�t have much, like he was watching his budget as closely as I was.
    ï¿½I hope you�ll enjoy your visit with us,� I said as I handed each of them a passkey.
    ï¿½Oh, I�m sure we will,� Dylan