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professional, or she could take the low road, which she had no doubt was the path Terry would be traveling on for the next two weeks.
    “Oh, I’m thinking about it, Teresa Kowalski.”
    “Her last name is Porter,” a voice called from a camper, and all three women jumped. While it was impossible to overlook the four boys playing some demented cross between football and basketball on the playground, Keri had forgotten about Steph. Oops. Hopefully she was a little more discreet than her younger cousin.
    Terry was glaring at Keri, no doubt trying to warn her away from Joe without saying the words out loud. Fat chance of that, since they’d be sharing a cabin every night, with his pajama status still to be determined.
    “I should fire up the grill and throw on some dogs,” Lisa said with the air of somebody desperately trying to smooth over a rocky patch in a conversation.
    “No sense in that until after the guys get back,” Terry pointed out. “Especially since Mike will have some excuse for needing your help in the bathhouse.”
    “Gross!” Stephanie yelled. “FYI, I’m putting my headphones on now.”
    Lisa waited a few seconds, then grinned at Terry. “Don’t even use that tone with me. You and Evan spent more time in the bathhouse than anybody.”
    Terry’s smile slipped a little and even Keri could tell Lisa was giving herself a mental slap upside the head. Her mom had given Keri the details she knew over a hurried breakfast that morning, but there weren’t many.
    Evan Porter had left his wife three months before, moving into a tiny studio apartment over the Laundromat. Nobody seemed to know why, but there’d been no hint of another woman. Or another man, for that matter.
    “Don’t the RVs have bathrooms?” she asked, feeling some pressure to fill the conversational pothole.
    Both women laughed, but it was Lisa who said, “I’ll take your lifeguard duty at the pool for three days if you can have sex with a Kowalski man in that shower without knocking the camper right off its levelers.”
    “I’ll hide your bug spray if you even try to have sex with my brother in the RV—or anywhere else for that matter,” Terry said, and the way Lisa gasped made Keri think it was a dire threat indeed. “Go ahead, Keri, laugh at me. But once the sun starts going down you’d duct tape your own thighs closed for a bottle of Deep Woods OFF!. Trust me.”
    “Since she’d be the only woman for ten miles not reeking of DEET, she’d have guys trying to gnaw their way through the duct tape within minutes,” Lisa countered.
    Keri was blessedly saved from having to comment on that interesting visual by the restrained rumble of approaching ATVs. There was an obey-or-die speed limit in the campground, but as soon as the three Kowalski brothers rounded into view—putting sedately along—Keri could see they’d done some serious hell raising somewhere. Men and machines both were covered in dirt and mud, and about the only clean thing she could see were three grins’ worth of white teeth.
    Joe expected her to subject herself to that ?
    Their arrival brought the boys swarming back from the playground, while Stephanie, Leo and Mary emerged from campers.
    “Finally, I get to have some lunch,” Leo yelled.
    Though it had been far too long since she’d last seen him, Keri’s adoration of Leo Kowalski was total and unabashed. He was a deceptively short and wiry man, but she knew he could probably bench press one of those four-wheelers if he got stubborn about it. He’d worn his hair in a gray crew cut for as long as she could remember, and he was the source of the pretty blue eyes. Mary, who had become the quintessential Grammy, gave the kids their dimples.
    Many years before, Keri had been terrified of Leo Kowalski. Her own father was a quiet sort—other than the five-iron incident—and Leo was like a firecracker of energy with a built-in megaphone. She didn’t know what to make of the man who very loudly threatened