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have the most to gain.” He lifted his gaze. “And the most to lose.”
    I was the first to pull my gaze away.
    He led me to an adjacent building where I gathered all of the magic happened. We stood in the doorway as he pointed out a few different assignments I’d be working on. Secondary projects, since I was new.
    “Ever co-create a group project on this scale before?”
    “Not even once.”
    His gaze found mine. "I get to be your first. Lucky me."
    I narrowed my eyes, ignoring the way my insides jumped up and down.
    Full lips curved into a half-smirk, like he knew exactly what I was thinking. “We keep a schedule in here. Wanna pass me that clipboard?”
    I turned around a crashed into tray of paint sending it splattering to the floor. Smooth.
    “I see we're going to have to take things slow,” he winked.
    Was he seriously flirting with me right now? I wanted to be enraged at the nerve, but all I could work up to was flattered. This was going to be a long summer.
    My gaze floated back to his. “Well, all I can say is this puppetry department is pretty amazing. Jim Henson would be impressed. I mean look at this prop shop.” I waved my hand around the room, overflowing with machines and tools, fabrics bolts and paints, wood and metal. I was expecting less interpretive dance and artistry... and more sock.”
    He laughed. “Glad we changed that perception.”
    That laugh was still hypnotic. I closed my eyes briefly to regroup. This is stupid. You cannot pine for some guy who doesn’t even remember you. No matter how cute he is. Or how good he smells. Or the way he licks his lips every time he laughs. I opened my eyes again. Wasn’t helping. It just provided a screen on which to project images from the night we were together.
    Kenzie strolled over as we were heading back toward the stage, her gaze hopping from Troy to me and back. “You almost finished Nora, or should I meet you at the cabin later?”
    “Done already?” Troy asked. “Things move fast in the drama department.”
    “You have no idea.” She flipped her braids over her shoulder and cocked her head.
    Kenzie was flirting and it bugged me. Why did it bug me? He wasn’t mine. We barely knew each other. Less than barely, considering he DOESN’T EVEN REMEMBER ME. Ugg...just let it go already.
    “We’re pretty much done.” Troy said.  “I can get you caught up on the rest later Nora.” He looked like he wanted to say more, but instead he turned to Kenzie. “Hope you ladies enjoy Camp Wanderlust.”
    She beamed her brightest flirtiest smile. “Oh, we plan on it.”

Chapter Nine

     
     
    We mounted the broad steps to our log cabin. The living room alone was bigger than Granddad’s old house. I headed straight for my room. “I’m exhausted.”
    Kenzie followed me. “Too much dreaming again last night,” she said, then proceeded to rummage through the stuff on my dresser, picking up my well-read copy of Pride And Prejudice.
    I groaned. “Let it go Kenzie.”
    “Lots of people have imaginary friends babe. No judgment here.”
    “He's not my imaginary friend.”
    “Isn't he? ‘Kay, lets recap. He's not real— soooo...”
    “People who have imaginary friends think they're real. I just told you he's not. He's just someone I dream about.” Fabulous amazing heartbreaking dreams.
    “Yeah, night after night. And he's why you've never met anyone else. I'd say your dream guy is a lot more than just your dream guy. He’s your reason for not living your life. But don’t listen to me,” she waved the book in the air. You go ahead and wait for the real Mr. Darcy to walk into your life.” She checked the clock. “He should arrive anywhere between 9am and, oh I don't know, a quarter to never?”
    I knew this track, we’d been down it a million times and there was no derailing Kenzie once she started on it. Like a dog with a bone, the only out was to throw her something bigger to chew on.
    “I am living my life.” I said measuring out my