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a spot with cell service.
    Ginger had been right about one thing. It was long past time to check in with his grandparents.
    Standing out on the edge of the dock in the fading light, he watched a small sailboat drift by. He’d just spent a couple of hours running through cedar and poplar trees, but he hadn’t really taken in his surroundings yet.
    His whole life he’d been a doer, a mover. But sometimes as a kid, late at night after the campfires were out and the moon was high in the sky, he’d learned to be still. To sit quietly and listen for the call of the loon. To watch the water lap softly at the shore.
    Right here, in this moment of perfect silence on the lake, he should be feeling it in his solar plexus.
    But he didn’t. Couldn’t.
    Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he dialed his grandparents in Florida. “MacKenzie residence.”
    “It’s Connor.”
    “Who? I used to have a grandson with that name. But I haven’t heard from him in so long I’ve forgotten all about him.”
    He wasn’t in any mood to give his grandmother the apology she was fishing for. Not after she’d gone and rented Poplar Cove out from under him.
    “I’m at the lake. At the Inn. Where I’m going to be sleeping on Stu Murphy’s couch.”
    “Get over it, Connor. You and your brother haven’t used the cabin since you were kids. And is that any way to talk to your grandmother?”
    He should have known she wouldn’t let him get away with being an ass. Hell, she’d single-handedly controlled two crazy-active kids every summer for eighteen years. A tiny woman, she was deceptively tough. She didn’t care if he was three or thirty. She wasn’t going to put up with his shit.
    “The young woman we rented it to came highly recommended by the Miller girl. You know, the one who manages all of the summer places? In any case, it’s been a blessing knowing someone is there to make sure the place doesn’t fall down.”
    Her admonishment was loud and clear. Given that his grandparents now lived full-time in Florida and had stopped making the drive back and forth to the Adirondacks every six months, it made sense to rent the place out. Not because his grandparents needed the money, but because the log cabin hadn’t been built to remain empty for years on end.
    Poplar Cove was the kind of place kids should be running through, dripping on the porch in wet bathing suits, leaving a trail of sand from their feet all the way up the stairs to the bedrooms. And, on a more practical note, it certainly didn’t hurt to have someone in residence who could alert the owners if something broke and needed fixing.
    “Have you met our tenant?” she asked. “Is she pretty?”
    “Yes, I’ve met her,” he said, not bothering to answer the second question. His grandmother would get far too much satisfaction from knowing just how pretty Ginger was.
    “What does she think of you?”
    “Not much. Told me to get off her porch.”
    “Good for her. Sounds like a girl with a good head on her shoulders.”
    “The place needs work, Grandma. Lots of work. Far as I can tell, it’ll take me most of the next month to get it all taken care of.”
    His grandmother made a sound of irritation. “Here’s the deal, kid. Ms. Sinclair has a lease with us through Labor Day and I intend to honor it.”
    He rolled the woman’s last name around on his tongue. Sinclair. It sounded fancy. Posh. Even a little stuck-up. Funny how none of those tags seemed to fit the barely dressed, out-of-tune singer with the paintbrushes and wild curls.
    “If you really think you need to get in there to fix anything,” she continued, “work it out with her. And FYI, if this phone call is any indication as to your approach, I’d think about putting on some of the charm you used to be famous for.” In the background he could hear his grandfather speaking. “It’s cocktail hour, honey, got to go. Love you!”
    Connor hung up the phone, staring out at the sun slowly setting over the lake