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you ladies forget the luau tonight.”
    “Oh, we sure won’t,” Penny Craft squealed back.
     
    Luggage said a lot about a person, Kate realized as she walked Penny to the car. She herself had one charcoal-gray suitcase and a briefcase. Penny had three pieces of pink luggage.
Guess which one of us has more fun,
Kate thought as she helped Penny load her bags into the car. Then she began the drive to the cabin, going slowly to avoid all the people who dodged in front of her on the way, evidently having such a good time that they wanted to die where they stood.
    Kate glared at one of them. “This place has too many people.”
    “Oh, no.” Penny waved to someone. “I
love
people.”
    “I sensed that.”
    Penny smiled at her. “They say it’s a lot quieter near the cabins.”
    Kate looked at her curiously. “I’d think you’d prefer the hotel.”
    “No.” Penny waved to someone else. “I’m planning on seeing all the guys I can while I’m here, and you know how nosy people in hotels are.”
    “What do you mean, ‘seeing’?”
    “Oh, you know—dance, talk, laugh... Have as much fun as possible,” Penny said cheerfully. “I’m getting married next month. This is my last chance.”
    “Oh,” Kate said after a pause. “Well, good luck.”
    “Thank you.” Penny turned and looked at her. “Why did you come here?”
    Good question. She was going to strangle Jessie. “Oh, you know—to dance, talk, laugh.” Kate glared at all the people swarming around her car. “Maybe swim naked in the pool.”
    “Are you allowed to do that?”
    Kate closed her eyes. Penny really was as dumb as a rock. “If you get up very early,” she said.
    “Oh. I thought maybe you were writing a travel article or something.”
    “A travel article? Why?”
    “Well, why else would somebody all businesslike like you be up here?”
    “To meet men?” Kate suggested.
    “Oh, sure,” Penny said and giggled.
    * * *
    Cabin 9, when they found it after two wrong turns, was several yards from the croquet field, and Kate cheered up when she saw how private it was. She was even happier when she took her briefcase inside. The bedroom, paneled in knotty pine, was compact but cozy, and Kate dropped her briefcase on the patchwork-covered double bed with a sigh of relief. This was going to be fine. She needed a rest, and this was lovely. Even if she didn’t meet anyone...
    She stopped. Of course, she was going to meet someone. She had a plan. She squared her shoulders and went outside to unload the luggage.
    Kate was putting the last of Penny’s suitcases on the ground when a man strolled down the path with his hands in his pockets.
    “Need any help?” he asked lazily as he came near her, and she was forced to turn and look at him. He was big, broad, and slow-moving, dressed in plaid flannel and denim. His hair was thick, dark and untrimmed, his black-brown eyes were lazy, and his nose had definitely been broken at least once in the past; it lurched slightly to the left over his full, neat mustache. But the finishing touch for Kate was his generous, cream-colored Stetson hat. A cowboy hat. Unbelievable.
    Then he smiled at her—a friendly, no-come-on smile—and she almost smiled back before she caught herself.
Absolutely not,
she told herself.
You are not going to fall for some dumb, macho, good-looking good old boy. You have a plan. He is not part of your plan. Besides, he looks like a cowboy, and you’re not interested in cowboys. Especially not this far north of the Rio Grande.
    “I think I can manage.” She turned to pull her suitcase out of the car. “Thank you.”
    “Well,
hello.”
They both turned at the sound of Penny’s voice to see her standing at the top of the porch steps, slender and lovely, vibrating with pleasure at seeing a man.
    “Penny, this is...?” Kate faced him.
    “Jake.” He touched his hat to Penny.
    “Jake, this is Penny,” Kate said. “Jake has offered to help with the luggage.”
    “Well, you sweet