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talking with a couple of people. She expected him to finish his conversation and leave. Instead, he headed for her.
    â€œMorning,” she said as he approached. Her lingering sleepiness faded as odd tingles began in her toes and raced up to the top of her head. Horror replaced trepidation.
    No, no, no! There couldn’t be tingles or awareness or any of that. Uh-uh. No way. Not her. She refused to be attracted to Delany Mitchell. Not after ten years and thousands of miles. The miles being metaphorical for her and literal for him. They were done. They’d moved on. Okay, technically she’d dumped him in a cruel and immature way, but regardless of her failings, it was so over as to be a relationship fossil.
    Exhaustion, she told herself desperately. The tingles were the result of exhaustion. And maybe hunger. She would probably faint next and then everything would be fine.
    â€œMorning,” he said as he stopped in front of her. “You ratted me out to my mother.”
    The words were so at odds with what she’d been thinking that she had trouble understanding their meaning. When the mental smoke cleared, she was able to breathe again.
    â€œYou mean I told her you were in town?”
    â€œYeah. You could have given me fifteen minutes to get in touch with her.”
    She smiled. “You never said it was a secret. I stopped by to see a friend and told her you were back. She was surprised.”
    â€œThat’s one way to put it. She gave me an earful.”
    The barista handed Maya her latte. Maya took it and started for the door. “If you’re expecting me to feel guilty about that, it’s so not happening. How could you not bother telling your mother you were coming home? I’m not the bad guy here.”
    Del fell into step with her. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”
    â€œIs that what we’re calling it these days?”
    He held open the door of Brew-haha. When they got to the sidewalk, he pointed to the left and she walked along with him. Because, well—why not?
    â€œYou’re saying I should have let her know I was home for the rest of the summer?”
    â€œSpeaking as your mom’s friend, yes, you should have told her you were coming. Or that you’d arrived. And if you didn’t want me to tell her, you should have said something. If she scolded you, it’s your own fault. I accept absolutely no guilt or blame on the topic.”
    He surprised her by laughing. “You always did have attitude.”
    Back then it had been bravado. She liked to think she now had a little experience or even substance to back it up.
    They reached the lake. Del turned toward the path that led to the rental cabins on the far side. Maya went with him. The day was sunny and promised to be plenty warm. August was often the hottest part of summer in Fool’s Gold. Up in the mountains fall came early, but not in the town itself.
    Along the shores of Lake Ciara, just south of the Golden Bear Inn, was a cluster of summer cabins. They ranged from small studios to large three-bedroom structures. Each cabin had a big porch with plenty of room for sitting out and watching the lake. There was a play area for the kids, a communal fire pit and easy walking access to Fool’s Gold.
    Del led the way to one of the smaller cabins. There was plenty of seating on a surprisingly large porch.
    â€œNot a suite at Ronan’s Lodge?” she asked, taking the chair he offered.
    He settled next to her. “I spend enough time in hotels when I travel. This is better.”
    â€œBut there’s no room service.”
    He glanced at her, one brow raised. “You think I can’t cook?”
    It had been ten years, she thought. “I guess I don’t know that much about you.”
Anymore.
She didn’t say the last word, but she thought it. Because there had been a time when she’d known everything about Del. Not just his hopes and dreams, but how he laughed