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but before she could, Nick caught at her arm.
    She turned around. He just smiled and put his handsin his khaki pockets. There was a long moment of silence. His eyes were so bright blue, they looked like chips of glacier. Celeste tried to hold his gaze, but it was too intense. She dropped her eyes.
    â€œWhat?” she finally asked.
    He smirked, infuriatingly still holding her arm. “I was just thinking about that night on the golf course—”
    â€œNot happening, Nick. There will be no reliving of old times.” She was impatient to leave. Travis was out there somewhere, getting more pissed off by the second.
    â€œOh, good. I prefer to try new things anyway. I had a thought….” Was he deliberately taking his sweet time to get the sentence out or was it just her?
    â€œNick, I have a boyfriend. And I’d like to keep it that way. So this,” she snapped, yanking her arm away from him and gesturing between the two of them. “This is going to be entirely professional this summer. You’re a guest at my family’s resort. That’s all.”
    He widened his big sparkly eyes in mock dismay. “All I’m asking is if you could possibly bring me a sandwich from the kitchen—a fancy one with some sort of exotic-sounding cheese. And some fruit. And a Pellegrino with lime, if you have it. The drive up was really long, you know, and—”
    Now Celeste could barely contain her annoyance. Which was actually kind of good, since the more irritating he acted, the easier it was to forget that helooked like a sun-bleached Zac Efron. “As you’re fully aware, you can just call room service. It’s their job,” she added pointedly.
    â€œOh.” He pouted for a second and then brightened. “Well, I’ll call room service and ask if they can send you back with a sandwich for me. It’s that personal attention, you know, that keeps us coming back year after year.”
    This time, Celeste just turned and walked out the door. She could hear him laugh behind her.
    Celeste hurried down the path toward the maintenance sheds, panting a little in the hot sun. Her hair straggled out of its braids and clung sweatily to her forehead. She brushed through an opening in a tall hedge and came upon a small, plain wooden building. She peered through the open screen door where a tall man with a shock of wild gray curls was kneeling in front of an open file cabinet.
    â€œDave, have you seen Travis?” Celeste asked. The man looked up and a wide grin split his face. A gold front tooth glinted in the sun.
    â€œWhy are you so eager to find him?” he asked. He straightened up and grabbed a Big Gulp from the desk, noisily sucking up some Mountain Dew.
    Celeste made a face. “That stuff is so nasty, Dave.”
    Dave grinned again. “Sixty-four ounces just isn’t enough.”
    â€œSo, um, have you seen Travis?”
    Dave turned back to the files. “I sent that boy out with the mowing crew to break him in a little. They’re doing the golf course.”
    Celeste groaned. The golf course was acres of rolling green hills, palm groves, and ponds. It would take her hours to find Travis out there. “Thanks, Dave,” she called through the screen.
    She trotted over the flat, grassy lawns, past the first sand trap and the caddy shed until, with relief, she saw the big green riding mowers circling the first hole. Travis’s curly head bobbed on the seat of one. He seemed to be struggling with one of the gears. He shoved it and the mower stalled and then died. Travis gave the steering wheel a whack with his fist.
    â€œTrav!” Celeste called out and waved. He looked up and then climbed down off the mower and kicked at one of the wheels before coming over.
    Celeste quailed a little as he approached. She could tell by the vein throbbing in his forehead that he was still mad. Slowly, he walked over and stood in front of her, not saying