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everything is OK, even when it is not.”
    “OK,” Dorsey said, dropping into one of the matching brown leather chairs facing his imposing desk.
    Steve didn’t sit. Instead, he paced back and forth behind his desk. “I’m referring of course to the near drowning. We will not speak of that to anyone, especially the guests and the summer staff. Am I clear?”
    “Um, Steve, the summer staff saw what happened. The pool hut attendees and at least five guests were all witnesses,” she said. He had his air conditioning turned to icebox setting and Dorsey was getting the chills. She hugged herself.
    “Ms. Pittman. The rest of the staff has been spoken to already, and will proceed as if this unfortunate event never happened. The child was checked out and released from the hospital and is headed home. Nothing happened. Am I clear?” he asked, leaning forward, both of his small hands on his desk. He’d never appeared more tortoise-like and Dorsey stifled a giggle, despite the edge in his voice.
    “Sure, yes, got it. But shouldn’t Jack get a star or an award or something? He saved a life,” she said, gathering her crutches so she could make an escape, her stomach tightening as she mentioned his name.
    “Jack was merely doing his job. Stars are for going above and beyond. Remember, Dorsey,” Steve said, finishing his lecture. “Nothing bad ever happens at a Top Club resort. Now go out there and have a great Top Club evening.”

Chapter 6
    Jack
    R ebecca confronted him as he was closing up the pool.
    “We need to talk,” she said, hands on hips, full lips shiny with the sticky gloss Jack remembered from last summer. Why had he been such an idiot? He could sense she was trouble the first time they talked. After Lila left abruptly last summer, he’d been horny and lonely. Rebecca had been willing and waiting for his attention, as easy as grabbing an apple from the front desk. Maybe easier. Just because it was easy, didn’t make it right, and he had been sorry he’d ever started anything.
    “How was junior year?” Jack asked, attempting polite banter, trying not to clench his jaw and reveal his distaste. He was straightening the lounge chairs, putting them back into the perfect rows the guests would then move and demolish tomorrow. The busy work kept his mind off the near-drowning of this morning, and at the moment, kept him away from Rebecca.
    “Fine. I studied abroad second semester. Paris. It was amazing. I messaged you a couple of times, thought I could pay for you to come over, but you didn’t answer.”
    “Look, Rebecca, I told you this last summer. We’re over. It was fun. You’re a great girl, but we’re through. I’m in management now, I can’t date summer staff,” Jack said, gathering up a big pile of used pool towels and heading toward the pool hut.
    “Can’t you stop and talk to me like an adult?”
    “Sorry, I’ve had a long day. We don’t have anything else to talk about, OK? There’s nothing here.” Jack tossed the towels into the laundry hamper and locked the pool hut door. When he turned around, she was gone.
    Good riddance, he thought, and headed to the inn.
    Jack saw Dorsey standing at the top of the grand staircase and stopped in his tracks. She was so gorgeous, so natural, the opposite of Rebecca with all of her makeup and entitlement oozing through. He knew Rebecca only wanted him because she couldn’t have him. He knew nobody had told her no before, just like most of the spoiled rich girls working on the summer staff. Dorsey was different. He could sense a deep hole in her heart and a kindness that he wanted to protect. Just seeing her made him smile. He had been cutting through the inn on his way to hit some golf balls on the driving range. He realized she was about to try sliding down the banister, and he watched as she swung her injured foot over the smooth wood of the rail. She’d get in big trouble, he thought, almost laughing out loud at her spunk, but realizing Paula or