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cares? All they like is golf, golf, golf,” Tade said and dragged the toes of his well-worn tennis shoes across the hardwood floor as he followed Dorsey to the front desk. “I’d rather just hang out with you anyway.”
    She smiled. She liked her first camper.
    “You two are supposed to be at the Kids Cottage,” said Shane Peters from behind the front desk. He was the resort’s concierge. Dorsey had never seen him smile and he seemed to have a strong dislike for children.
    “We’re just on a little field trip, Shane,” Dorsey said. “We’ll be out of your hair in a minute.”
    Shane hrumphed and walked away from them, across the lobby to his concierge desk. The coast was clear and Dorsey was about to grab two apples from the bowl on the desk when Paula Ganz appeared behind the front desk.
    Paula had been on Indigo Island forever, Dorsey had heard, but still her skin was as pale as paper. She wore reading glasses that gave her the look of a librarian. A terse librarian. Dorsey had yet to see her smile, either.
    “Aren’t you supposed to be working?”
    “Yep. I am. Meet Tade,” Dorsey said.
    “I know Tade. Son, try not to sneak out of the Kids Club so often this season,” Paula said, a stern look crossing her face. “Lila lost several stars because of you.”
    Dorsey looked over at Tade, and Tade beamed a smile back at her like a little angel. She’d talk to him later about that. She needed to keep any stars she earned.
    “Can we have a couple apples for the road?” Dorsey asked, trying to look sweet. “I’m injured.” The freckles her mother warned her would return with sun exposure had done just that, adding a certain Raggedy Ann air to her overall appearance.
    “One. For the guest. As you know, they have a bunch on sale at the general store—twenty-three, to be exact, if you need more,” Paula said, then turned her attention back to the computer screen in front of her. Dorsey knew what she was doing, they’d heard all about it at orientation. Since her promotion to assistant food and beverage manager, Paula didn’t make a move without checking the computer. She knew how many apples were consumed each day, which were eaten by guests, which were eaten by employees, and even which were devoured by the horses at the stables. During the morning staff meetings, everyone winced when Paula stood to give her report. Persnickety and detail-oriented, Dorsey’s opposite.
    Dorsey grabbed two of the shiny red apples and shoved them in the pocket attached to her right crutch before making her way toward the back doors of the inn, Tade following close behind, laughing. When Tade’s parents picked him up at four, Dorsey felt they’d already formed a close bond.
    The telephone rang in the Kids Cottage just as she was locking up. It was Steve, summoning her to his office. Dorsey wondered if he’d spotted her taking two apples, somehow, or if he knew she had a crush on Jack, or if it had something to do with the pool incident.
    Dorsey slowly climbed the winding Gone with the Wind staircase of the inn to the second floor where his office was located, taking her time with the crutches, and when she finally reached the top she realized Steve had been watching her, arms crossed, at the top of the stairs. Steve wore a cardigan sweater, reminding Dorsey of a mean Mr. Rogers. He smelled like the bad cologne he seemed to drench himself in daily.
    She followed Steve slowly as they walked past his assistant’s desk until they were standing inside his spacious office with grand ocean views. His large mahogany desktop was empty, except for a closed laptop computer. Dorsey wondered if maybe Steve didn’t have enough to do.
    “Do you know why I love it here?” Steve asked.
    “You have a great office and a really tidy desk?” Dorsey said.
    “Cute, you’re a funny one. No, it’s because I can control everything here. It’s a small resort, manageable. I like that. That control. We must always give the impression that