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for these good folks before I run you home,” he said. He climbed out of the cart and approached the group.
    Really? More time in the sun was the last thing she needed, but she had no choice. She reached for her water bottle and swallowed another pain pill.
    “This is what it was like over in Hilton Head forty years ago,” Steve explained. “It’ll take a while for us to get this old island into Top Club shape. But it’ll happen. We’ll embrace the past of the place. There were bloody Indian battles here, grand Southern plantations with fields of cotton, famous oyster-canning companies, and flourishing Indigo fields. We’ll bring it all back around, fix up what we can. That’s Top Club’s commitment.”
    Nothing would ever fix the summer weather. It was only May and stepping outside felt like walking into a steam shower, but she supposed with air conditioning and swimming pools, tourists would still come. And she was getting accustomed to her new look, she thought, reaching up and touching her hair, an uncontrollable frizz shooting out all around her head. She’d have to give up. Back home in Grandville, it had taken an unusually fiery and damp August day to cause the kind of havoc each day brought on the island. Here every day would be a big hair day, but nobody would notice. She would simply be one of many blue-shirted employees there to serve wealthy vacationers’ kids.
    As she strained to listen to Steve’s history talk, her foot started throbbing. She still couldn’t believe she had been attacked by an inanimate object in thigh-deep water. I’m feeling sorry for myself, she thought.
    But if she hadn’t stepped on the arrowhead, Jack wouldn’t have come to her rescue, and they wouldn’t have a date tonight for the bonfire. She knew he’d only asked her because he felt sorry for her, her clumsiness, her lack of friends, her chaotic hair. But she had felt the electricity between them, even if the current had only run one way. She’d enjoy every minute around his perfect muscular body, even if it was a pity date.

Chapter 4
    Jack
    F rom his lifeguard chair, Jack saw Dorsey trapped on Steve’s golf cart – her bandaged foot propped up on the dashboard – as Steve performed his show for the day-trippers. She must be hot and uncomfortable. He knew she should be taken to her cottage, she needed air conditioning and rest. What was the jerk doing? Trying to make her suffer or trying to impress her with his king-like knowledge of the island? Either way, Jack was disgusted.
    Jack was stuck in the chair, even though there were only two 30-something sunbathers at the entire pool complex and the two women hadn’t gone in the water past their ankles so far. Most of the time, they just smiled at Jack and whispered as they flipped through their gossip magazines.
    The two college girls working the snack shack and pool hut looked equally bored. He knew they should all be appreciating this relaxing day as tomorrow was a full house, with every room and cottage booked. But he hated being bored, and he hated that he couldn’t go rescue Dorsey.
    What was it about her that immediately attracted him, he wondered? He’d noticed her at orientation, of course. She had looked like a deer in the headlights when Steve had called her out. He’d wanted to protect her from that moment on. She had crazy curly strawberry blonde hair and gorgeous green eyes, and now that he’d been close to her on the beach, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. About the freckles dotting her small nose, about her full lips, about the heat that sparked between them.
    He’d spontaneously asked her to the bonfire, a move he hadn’t thought through at all. Steve would be there, and Jack knew how Steve felt about staff relationships. They were strictly prohibited. ETQ left no room for romance, Steve was fond of saying at staff meetings.
    They’d have to be careful. For some reason, Jack knew Dorsey was worth it. He gazed at her stuck in the golf