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his hair. His wife had a ponytail, no make-up and baggy shorts. The two boys played happily in the pool, tossing a ball around, splashing anyone who got too close.
    It would be fun to have a family like that, she thought. Eventually, but not now. There was too much to do. Like turning this venture into a profitable business. Being the eldest daughter—and the most responsible adult in their household—she needed to make sure that her mother and sisters would not struggle financially.
    They had a small trust fund, but not enough to get by on. Her mother had relied on her husbands and accountants to take care of the finances, and not taken an active role. When her step-dad passed away, Kayla had been amazed at how little her mother knew about financial matters.
    So, Kayla had secured a small bank loan to invest in the resort, making this year critical as to whether or not they’d hold on to the property or be forced to sell.
    Taylor sauntered over, a tray upraised in her hand. "Here. Try one of my crab stuffed pitas. They're going fast."
    "Thanks, Taylor." Kayla grabbed a small paper plate and slid the pita from the serving platter onto it. "I don't know how you manage to come up with these tasty treats, but I'm sure glad you do."
    "I didn't go to culinary school for nothing."
    "True." She knew that Taylor had sidelined her own ambitions to come here and help her and her mom with the cottages. They could have sold it, but it meant a lot to their mom, and Allan's memory, that they didn't. "This doesn't mean you need to give up your dream forever. Just a year, and then we’ll decide as a family what to do."
    "I understand. I can't go into the restaurant business right now, anyway. Need to make some money first, and living here together as we do, hopefully we all should be able to save." She laughed. "Not a lot to spend money on and we're basically living for free."
    "We're working our butts off for our rent, and only drawing a minimal salary, but that won’t be forever either." Kayla glanced down at her hands, no longer soft and manicured. "Never done so much grunt work in my life."
    "I hate scrubbing toilets. Doing the daily laundry, making beds, mopping floors, that's enough drudge work for me. I know we all pitch in, and I'm not complaining." Taylor’s pink lips turned up into a self-mocking smile. "Exactly."
    "During season, we'll be able to hire a full-time cleaning service if we get enough business. All this is temporary." Kayla grimaced. "I hope."
    "Me too, but on a positive note there is something really stress-free about life down here. Back in New Jersey I was traveling to and from New York, which added two hours to my day. The city was exciting, but the crowds and noise got to me after awhile. I guess I'm just not a New Yorker."
    "Why do you say that? You were born and bred." Kayla had never heard her sister talk like this before. She’d just assumed that Taylor was happy. Kind of like she’d done with Brittany. She slipped one arm around her sister’s waist and squeezed, grateful for the chance to get to know her better.
    "It was too much for me. I craved quiet, but living smack dab in lower Manhattan, alone time was not going to happen. Come Saturday, I didn't want to leave my couch." She tossed her hair over her shoulders. "My boyfriend always wanted to go out. For dinner. Dancing. To the movies or a hockey game. I just wanted to stay home, cook a nice dinner, and put something on the telly."
    "You're an old soul," Kayla said with a laugh. She bit into her pita, and wiped the delicious crab off her bottom lip. "Good heavens. This is fabulous. Don't feed anymore to our guests. We might want this for dinner."
    "I have another tray for us back home." She looked over at Brittany and Sean. "I'm going to entice him."
    Kayla's stomach dropped. "Step in line. Looks like Brit got first dibs."
    "That wasn't what I meant, but he is the only available man around. Hey! Wait a sec. What's that?" She got nose-to nose with