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Mitch started his truck. “Let your sister know she isn’t crazy. I came here when I was released and I’ve been watching and waiting.” He gripped the steering wheel and carefully considered his parting words. “Maybe I just didn’t know what to say and well, I didn’t want to be an uninvited guest in her home.”
    “Mitch, if you’re waiting for an invitation, that day may never come. You hurt her when you walked away. I don’t know what the two of you shared, but it must’ve been pretty special at one time.”
    “It was.”
    “I don’t doubt that,” Ansley said. “But I’m unclear on your reasons for walking away from a woman who loved you so. I doubt Trixie understands, and if she can’t figure out your motives, she may not be able to forgive you. If I were you, I’d prepare myself for that possibility.”
    “Rejection from your sister won’t happen, if that’s what you’re suggesting.”
    Ansley gave him a weak smile. “My sister’s happiness is important. If you’re part of what makes her complete, then I hope she’ll find her way back to you. But if you threaten to destroy what makes her the happiest, I pray Brock and Rory stop you in your tracks.”

Chapter Five
     
    Trixie bounced out of their SUV and stopped short of taking another step. “Wow.”
    “Looks pretty much the same,” Brock said.
    “Yes it does.” She took a deep breath and inhaled the fresh country air and the undeniable smell of South Holston Lake, which in her mind, was the distinct odor of a clean lake, regardless of how much Rory, Brock, and even Mitch had once provided proof to the contrary.
    “This place never changes,” Rory said, locking his arm around her waist and kissing her cheek. “I spent every summer here from second grade forward and I always felt the same upon arrival.”
    “How?” she asked.
    “At home and at peace.”
    Located on over a hundred acres, the main part of the camp was situated on an island. Completely surrounded by South Holston Lake, the property looked exactly as they’d left it.
    From where Trixie stood, she could see the dock where they’d housed the sailboats. Across the lagoon, the archery range and several racks of tarp-covered canoes were barely visible through the trees.
    “Simply amazing,” she whispered.
    Brock grinned. “So you won’t mind spending a few days here?”
    “Are you kidding me?”
    She rushed into his arms and locked her legs around his waist. Framing his face with splayed fingers, she kissed him with fervor. Those old feelings of eroticism came rushing back as she recalled her carefree summer and the recklessness of youth.
    “Hey now,” Rory grumbled. “Let’s get unpacked before we start a reenactment.”
    Breaking their kiss, Brock peered around her body, but held fast to her bottom, securing her against his rigid cock. “Bertie and Claude aren’t here. No one is around. Gone are the days of trying to behave for the sake of preserving our reputations. We aren’t expecting campers. Overzealous parents won’t arrive with their munchkins the day after tomorrow.”
    Rory took a deep breath and exhaled. “Those were the days. Ya know?”
    Trixie flattened her palms against Brock’s shoulders and fluttered her legs. A masculine growl fell from his lips. “You’re in trouble.”
    “Give me a taste,” she suggested, pushing her pussy against his hard length. “Just a little sample.”
    “You mean you don’t want to skip down Memory Lane first?” Brock asked, hooking his arm around her torso and securing her body firmly against his.
    “Not yet,” she replied, crooking her finger back and forth in an effort to beckon Rory. “Come here, you.”
    Rory moistened his lips. Leaning forward, he cupped her neck and gave her a succulent kiss.
    As his tongue slipped across hers, she clung to Brock’s broad shoulders, riding his denim-clad cock until she was filled with desire and eager for a fuck. A quickie would do.
    A sigh fell from her lips and