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softer voice, “I reached up to the stove and knocked over a pot of boiling water onto my shoulder. I still remember how much it hurt.”
    It had been only a first degree burn, and the scar had almost completely disappeared by now, but it had been one of the most painful physical experiences in her life.
    “For so long afterward,” she continued, “it hurt. So badly. Do your hands hurt anymore?”
    When he didn’t reply, she looked back up into an expression so intense her skin prickled, her palms started to sweat. She couldn’t look away as his eyes dilated, the black pushing nearly all the blue away. She held her breath, waiting for his answer. And then she heard it, low and raw.
    “Yes.”
    From the tense lines of his shoulders, the tendon jumping in his forehead, she could see how much the admission had cost him. And that was when she realized, for the first time, that he wasn’t just some big, gorgeous guy intent on ruining her summer.
    Connor was human.
    He was a man who had obviously survived something horrific, who was just trying to deal with what life threw at him.
    She had to ask herself why she’d decided she needed to act like such a bitch about letting him work on the cabin. Even staying there a couple of nights until the Inn opened up.
    Was she being strong? Tough? Taking a stand, claiming what was hers because she wasn’t a pushover anymore?
    Or—and this was the worst possible option—was it the exact opposite? Was she afraid of herself? Afraid that her new life wasn’t quite as settled and solid as she thought it was? That the addition of a stranger into her cocoon might break it apart completely?
    No, she told herself. The life she was building at Blue Mountain Lake was a good one. And really, the more she thought about it, Connor had come all the way from California with no idea that his grandparents had rented out their house. Under the fluorescent lights she could see how tired he looked.
    “You know what, this is stupid. You’re not going to drive all the way to Piseco tonight. There are plenty of empty bedrooms upstairs at Poplar Cove. Until the Inn empties out again.”
    He was silent for a long moment and although she’d been expecting to see victory in his eyes, there wasn’t even a hint of it.
    “I appreciate that, Ginger.”
    Knowing she was repeating herself, but wanting to make sure she was being perfectly clear—not only for his sake, but for hers too—she said again, “But just until you find a new place to stay.”
    “Sure.” He smiled, then, for the very first time, and even though it was only the smallest upturn of his lips her breath went. “Only until then. And I’ll have the special.”
    Going back into the kitchen, she gave Isabel the order, then said “I need to get some air,” and walked out the back door into the parking lot.
    The sun had set and in the darkness Ginger looked up at the thick clouds that were blanketing the sky while wind whipped her ponytail against her face.
    A storm would be hitting soon.
    Tonight.
    Normally, Ginger loved the changing weather. She got such a thrill every time she watched the crashing thunder duel with the lightning while she sat safe and cozy beneath a thick blanket on the screened porch.
    But she didn’t feel safe anymore.
    All these months she’d thought she was so perfectly settled. That Blue Mountain Lake was an impenetrable retreat. She’d told herself nothing could rock her again, that she was steady now, that she was the one in control.
    Had she been living a fantasy?
    And yet, thinking of Connor sitting at the counter waiting for her to come back with his food sent a shiver of sudden anticipation running through her. Almost as if some secret part of her, deep inside, was hoping for trouble. For something to shake up her lakeside idyll.
    Which was crazy. She was perfectly happy. Of course she wasn’t looking for anything—or anyone—to shake things up.
    But if that was totally true, she had to wonder, then why