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said.
    ï¿½How long are you planning to stay?� I asked.
    Dylan gave me a devastatingly sexy smile. �Definitely longer than I�d originally planned.�

CHAPTER 5
    I watched as the guys got on their motorcycles, visible through the window. One of the cycles had a tiny trailer behind it, which I figured held their tent. They took off toward the beach, leaving me wishing I could follow.
    ï¿½Jennifer?�
    My heart nearly jumped into my throat, strangling my startled screech. I spun around. Mrs. Plackette was standing there, a speculative look on her face. Her graying hair was pulled back in a bun.
    ï¿½Is everything all right?� she asked.
    ï¿½It�s awesome, but I was thinking maybe I should take a park run.�
    She nodded. �Probably a good idea. Make sure everyone is where they�re supposed to be.�
    ï¿½Great. I�ll see to it and then finish counting the souvenirs when I get back.�
    I grabbed the clipboard that dangled from a hook beneath the huge map of the campground that was hanging on the wall behind the counter. The sites were marked: those rented, those not. A couple of times a day, we did a park run, clipboard in hand, which had a miniature campground map on it.
    We would mark the sites that were occupied and then come back to compare so we could make sure everything matched up. Sometimes people tried to sneak in without paying, but it usually took only one encounter with Mr. P�who was built like a tank�for people to decide that registering first was a smart move.
    Since I�d worked here last summer, I knew most of the rules and what needed to be done. Mrs. P had told me that I would be the unofficial assistant manager. Wasn�t sure why it couldn�t be official, but whatever.
    I had just gone around the counter into the store area when she spoke again. �Jennifer?�
    I looked back at her. �Yes, ma�am?�
    ï¿½A word of advice. Campers never stay long,no matter how cute they are. We don�t need any broken hearts over the summer.�
    Was I that easy to read? Had she been standing there when I registered our latest guests?
    ï¿½A broken heart is not in my plans,� I reassured her.
    ï¿½It never is,� she said. �Don�t be gone too long.�
    ï¿½Yes, ma�am.�
    Checking out the campground was hot work, so I stopped by the cooler at the back of the store to grab a bottle of water. I opened the door and welcomed the blast of frigid air that Chelsea was cursing. She was inside, wearing a coat, and placing drinks on the shelves.
    ï¿½I�m going on a park run,� I yelled into the cooler.
    She rubbed her nose. �Lucky you. You forgot to tell me that I�d be spending my summer in Antarctica.�
    I laughed. �Only a couple of times a day.�
    ï¿½That�s a couple of times too many.�
    ï¿½You�ll get used to it. Later!� I said and closed the door.
    The building had doors on both sides of it that led to the outside. The main door faced the area where people drove through with their campers. The back door faced the marina. I went out the back door and walked to the marina where the golf cart was parked.
    ï¿½Hey, Mr. P!� I called out.
    He waved from the dock, then went back to looking into a bait well where live shrimp were waiting to be dipped out and handed over to anxious fishermen. The marina had everything the store didn�t: gasoline pumps, bait, a boat ramp, and a large blacktop area off to the side where people parked after backing their boats into the water.
    In addition to being on the far side of the narrow island, the campground was on the back side, the bay side. There was an inlet that formed a lagoon. It led into the bay, and the bay�between the island and a jutting portion of mainland�led into the Gulf of Mexico.
    I climbed into the golf cart, started it up, and took off. I drove around the lagoon side of