often than not when he’s around.” Something she’d managed to avoid for the remainder of the camp tour, the spider incident notwithstanding.
“It also sounds like you’ve really taken to the camp,” Lisa said. “Considering English riding is the closest thing you’ve ever done connected with the great outdoors.”
Lisa was right. The grounds had been impressive: the outdoor sports area had open fields for baseball and soccer as well as a basketball court and an archery range. The challenge course, with the ropes and cables and platforms some twenty or so feet off the ground, looked a bit intimidating, but Dean assured her proper safety measures were in place for both the campers and the staff. All the swimming and boating activities were held at the lake, and the campfire circle sported plenty of seating around a large fire pit.
The health center housed an infirmary and sleeping quarters for the full-time nurse and for any ill campers that needed to stay there, while the cabins and bathhouses for the girls and boys, separated by a dense patch of trees, were bright and airy. Similarly, the arts-and-crafts building had plenty of light and lots of room for budding artists of all kinds.
“And we never even made it down to the stables that first day.” Priscilla crossed her legs and eyed her high heels. They felt a bit strange on her feet, as this was the first time she’d wore them this week. “But I have been back at the camp every afternoon—with Snake in tow, of course—and the horses they have for the kids are great.”
“I hope you’ve done some shoe shopping while you’ve been there. Your Louboutins must be taking a beating with all that grass and dirt.”
“Would you be surprised to find out I’ve been wearing nothing but jeans, T-shirts and the cutest pair of outdoor hiking boots for the last three days?”
“What?” Shock filled Lisa’s voice. “This from the girl who has nothing made of denim in her entire closet? Oh, you must send me a picture.”
Priscilla looked down at her lap. “Well, at the moment I’m back to wearing a dress and heels. I’m about to formally announce the auction.”
“At what? A town meeting?”
“Actually, it’s the weekly bingo night at the local church hall.” Priscilla looked at the crowd filing into the building. She hadn’t seen Leeann arrive yet. Or Dean. In fact, she hadn’t see Dean since Sunday when he’d dropped her off back at the inn. Though Leeann had shared with her earlier today that they’d secured some bachelors for the event, Priscilla wasn’t sure if Dean had anything to do with that or not.
Just then her gaze caught on the tall figure walking across the parking lot. Dressed casually in jeans and T-shirt, Dean headed toward a red convertible pulling into a parking space a few feet from hers. While she loved her new Mercedes with a passion, the other convertible was obviously a vintage model and a very beautiful one at that. Bobby and Leeann got out of the car and joined Dean, heading for the hall.
It only took a moment before they passed her car. As they did, Dean slowed and reached out, his fingertips seeming to gently caress the trunk. A shiver raced through Priscilla as if the man had just touched her skin.
“So tell me more about this bachelor auction. Which is a simply yummy idea!” Her friend’s voice broke into her thoughts. “Sugar, I am so tempted to fly out there and bid on a cowboy for myself. Or a firefighter. Unless I’d be stepping on someone’s toes?”
Priscilla shot to her feet, reaching back for her leather tote. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Lisa laughed again. “Oh, listen to my best friend all flustered!”
“I have to go.” After a deep breath—okay, a few deep breaths—she’d be fine. “Things are about to get started.”
“If you ask me, they already have! And hey, send me some pictures. I want to see you in cutoff jeans with that hunky firefighter of
“It also sounds like you’ve really taken to the camp,” Lisa said. “Considering English riding is the closest thing you’ve ever done connected with the great outdoors.”
Lisa was right. The grounds had been impressive: the outdoor sports area had open fields for baseball and soccer as well as a basketball court and an archery range. The challenge course, with the ropes and cables and platforms some twenty or so feet off the ground, looked a bit intimidating, but Dean assured her proper safety measures were in place for both the campers and the staff. All the swimming and boating activities were held at the lake, and the campfire circle sported plenty of seating around a large fire pit.
The health center housed an infirmary and sleeping quarters for the full-time nurse and for any ill campers that needed to stay there, while the cabins and bathhouses for the girls and boys, separated by a dense patch of trees, were bright and airy. Similarly, the arts-and-crafts building had plenty of light and lots of room for budding artists of all kinds.
“And we never even made it down to the stables that first day.” Priscilla crossed her legs and eyed her high heels. They felt a bit strange on her feet, as this was the first time she’d wore them this week. “But I have been back at the camp every afternoon—with Snake in tow, of course—and the horses they have for the kids are great.”
“I hope you’ve done some shoe shopping while you’ve been there. Your Louboutins must be taking a beating with all that grass and dirt.”
“Would you be surprised to find out I’ve been wearing nothing but jeans, T-shirts and the cutest pair of outdoor hiking boots for the last three days?”
“What?” Shock filled Lisa’s voice. “This from the girl who has nothing made of denim in her entire closet? Oh, you must send me a picture.”
Priscilla looked down at her lap. “Well, at the moment I’m back to wearing a dress and heels. I’m about to formally announce the auction.”
“At what? A town meeting?”
“Actually, it’s the weekly bingo night at the local church hall.” Priscilla looked at the crowd filing into the building. She hadn’t seen Leeann arrive yet. Or Dean. In fact, she hadn’t see Dean since Sunday when he’d dropped her off back at the inn. Though Leeann had shared with her earlier today that they’d secured some bachelors for the event, Priscilla wasn’t sure if Dean had anything to do with that or not.
Just then her gaze caught on the tall figure walking across the parking lot. Dressed casually in jeans and T-shirt, Dean headed toward a red convertible pulling into a parking space a few feet from hers. While she loved her new Mercedes with a passion, the other convertible was obviously a vintage model and a very beautiful one at that. Bobby and Leeann got out of the car and joined Dean, heading for the hall.
It only took a moment before they passed her car. As they did, Dean slowed and reached out, his fingertips seeming to gently caress the trunk. A shiver raced through Priscilla as if the man had just touched her skin.
“So tell me more about this bachelor auction. Which is a simply yummy idea!” Her friend’s voice broke into her thoughts. “Sugar, I am so tempted to fly out there and bid on a cowboy for myself. Or a firefighter. Unless I’d be stepping on someone’s toes?”
Priscilla shot to her feet, reaching back for her leather tote. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Lisa laughed again. “Oh, listen to my best friend all flustered!”
“I have to go.” After a deep breath—okay, a few deep breaths—she’d be fine. “Things are about to get started.”
“If you ask me, they already have! And hey, send me some pictures. I want to see you in cutoff jeans with that hunky firefighter of
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