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didn't know which category Lucy fell into. They'd had a physical attraction to each other, acted on it, and then she went home. If he ever thought of her after that, he couldn't remember now.
    Nor did he know how she ended up working for his father. After the initial shock of recognition last night—the first girl he'd had sex with standing just across the room—wore off, he had wanted to ask his father how he had hired her but he was unable to come up with a plausible reason for why he'd remember one camp kid out of the hundreds who came through this place when he was a teenager. That kind of detail would probably sail right over his father's head but his mother would seize on it in a heartbeat. That saying "behind every successful man ..." certainly applied to his parent's marriage. His father had always been the personality of the Chesapeake Inn, the person who remembered guests' names year after year, remembered what sports their kids played and where they went to college, knew at the drop of a hat who had how many grandchildren and how old they'd be this year. But it was his mother who made things work behind the scenes. And it was his mother who had summoned him home.
    One thing was for sure. Lucy Lou wasn't the scrawny little thing she used to be with those tiny nubs for breasts and that weird, chopped up hair she'd had. Her breasts had been too small for him to even cup in his hands, he remembered that. He hadn't thought her beautiful back then—it was doubtful anyone did—but she'd had a way of walking, a cocky sway to her hips, as if she fancied herself to be trouble with a capital T. She'd stood out among the other campers. She caught his eye the very first day, but it took him almost a week and a half to reach out and grab her hand as she walked past on the path. He hadn't known what he was going to do, probably nothing, then she reached up and pulled his face down to hers and kissed him. After that, they began meeting late at night. She snuck out of the cabins and met him at the boathouse on George Adams' property. The boathouse was far enough away from the Adams house that it was easy to slip in and out unnoticed after dark.
    And now here she was, standing in his office after all these years, clutching her marketing plan so tightly that her knuckles had turned white.
    "Ms. Wyndham? Did you want to discuss next year's marketing?"
    He took in her body language. She was not a happy camper, clearly. Especially compared to last night when she'd been on the verge of tears in his father's library. And hanging on to that ridiculous old photo album like it was a life preserver. He knew in an instant that she was another of those people his father had rescued in some way. His father had always been like that, a sucker for strays and hard luck stories.
    He hadn't the foggiest idea what she'd been wearing last night but this morning she was wearing slim white pants that stopped just above a pair of slender ankles and leather strappy sandals. A navy short-sleeved sweater skimmed tastefully over her torso, revealing a slim waist and high breasts. He liked to see a woman's figure as much as any red-blooded man but he didn't like second skin clothes on them. On a heavier woman, he reflected, this outfit might have come across as dowdy, old-fashioned. But Lucy Wyndham was managing to make it look both appropriately nautical for the resort and subtly sexy in an Audrey Hepburn/Grace Kelly kind of way. He watched as she nervously tucked back a wisp of hair that had escaped from her loosely-held ponytail. Yes, Lucy Lou had filled out nicely, he thought.
    "Sit down, please," he gestured toward the chair on the opposite side of his father's desk. "Can I get you some coffee? I apologize if my arrival last night cut short your visit with my father."
    She ignored his offer of coffee, instead turning immediately to the last section of the marketing plan. She waved one of the pages he had marked through with a black X. "Why is the Kids