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Chapter Three

“Your place is truly spectacular, Bobby.” Priscilla sat at one end of an outdoor sectional sofa, which, along with a pair of matching chairs, defined the entertainment area of an oversize back deck that ran the length of the massive log home. Set in a lush forest on the side of a mountain, the house had taken Priscilla’s breath away when she’d first pulled into the circular drive. “Both inside and out. The pictures in the magazines don’t do it justice.”

“Thank you.” The former race-car champion set about fixing drinks behind the bar while his wife, Leeann, set a tray of cheese, crackers and fruit on the glass coffee table. “I’ve dreamed of living in a log house since I was kid, so when I finally had the money to do it right—”

“He went a bit overboard.” Leeann cut off her husband with a smile as she curled up in the opposite corner of the sofa. “As usual.”

“Lee didn’t like the place when she first saw it.”

“Hey, I said it was impressive.”

“Which was her polite way of saying lifeless.” Bobby joined them, handing each woman a glass of iced tea. Then he motioned at Priscilla’s purse. “You sure your friend doesn’t need anything? Maybe some water?”

Priscilla took a quick peek inside the oversize tote tucked next to her, happy to see Snake curled up asleep. “No, I think the tour wore him out. Even with you carrying him from room to room most of the time.”

Bobby grinned and reached back for an icy beer he’d left on the bar for himself and then sat next to his wife, wrapping his arm around her. “I felt bad for the guy, trying to keep up on those little legs. And Lee was right. The place was impressive, but sterile. After I won her heart—again—she added life, and love, and made it a home for us.”

Priscilla smiled as the couple shared a quick kiss. It was easy to see Bobby was truly happy, which hadn’t always been the case in the years before a spectacular crash had ended his successful racing career.

“Well, you’ve succeeded in creating a warm and inviting home. Leeann, I’m so glad we got the chance to meet and that I could see your place in person.”

“We’re happy to show it off, but now that the tour is over, you still haven’t said how you ended up in our little corner of the world.” Bobby took a quick swallow from his beer. “Did I tell you how surprised I was to get your call? Not to mention to hear that you were right here in Destiny. The last time we saw each other was just before my accident, when you and Jonathan hosted that charity-sailing gig down in San Diego.”

Priscilla tried not to squirm on the sofa—Lennox women never squirmed, according to her father—at Bobby mentioning her ex. No, Bobby hadn’t come right out and said he’d been surprised by the breakup, but the disbelief in his voice had been evident when they’d spoken last night.

After that embarrassing mix-up over who exactly was supposed to be giving her a massage, and where, Priscilla had gone through with the appointment, not wanting to waste the time of the woman who had indeed been waiting for her in another part of the inn. She then made her way back to her room, blaming the warmth flowing through her veins and the tingling sensation dancing over her skin on the well-executed bodywork. That had to be the reason. It couldn’t possibly be because she’d actually wondered for a moment or two during the massage what it would’ve felt like to have that Good Samaritan/physical therapist/shameless flirt be the one to pull, tug and rub her sore muscles.

Or if she should have accepted his dinner invitation.

Her stomach had certainly liked the idea, but his crack about the local restaurants not being up to the level of what she might be used to set off warning bells. Had he figured out who she was? Of course, it would only take a quick Google search to find out what she’d been through the past week. “Priscilla?”

She blinked, realizing Bobby and Leeann were waiting for her to answer. What was the question again? Oh, yes. Why she was in town.

“Well, my vacation plans for the summer changed rather suddenly.” Priscilla paused to wet her dry throat with a sip of tea. Priscilla had wondered if her family’s latest escapade with the Hollywood gossip mill was something Bobby would mention when she arrived, but neither he nor Leeann had said anything as they welcomed her warmly into their home. “When I found myself taking a spontaneous road trip, I decided to head somewhere...unexpected.”

“I guess Destiny could be considered that, considering your usual surroundings,” Leeann said. “We’re about as far away from the glitz and glamour of Beverly Hills as one can get.”

Priscilla heard no malice in the woman’s tone, but she was thankful for the years of experience that kept her smile relaxed. She did feel a bit lost and out of place in this small Western town, much like Alice when she’d dropped into Wonderland.

Not to mention the fact she was vastly overdressed.

Her deep purple silk sundress and favorite taupe-colored peep-toed heels were a bit much for a casual Saturday afternoon. Despite her friend Lisa’s hairstyle suggestion, she’d gone with her familiar French twist and simple yet elegant gold jewelry. She carried a leather tote big enough for her portfolio, not to mention Snake and his favorite pillow.

After going through her suitcases this morning, she’d realized that while her wardrobe might be perfect for a European holiday, most of her outfits wouldn’t fit into the much more casual style of a place like Destiny, Wyoming.

Bobby’s wife, a stunning brunette who moved with an ease that spoke of her former career as a fashion model, wore a simple outfit of dark blue shorts that ended just above her knees, a white cotton shirt and canvas sneakers with no laces. Bobby, too, was dressed casually in jeans and a T-shirt embroidered with his former team’s racing logo.

She couldn’t remember one time during her three years with Jonathan when he’d ever worn a shirt without a collar. Not even last summer while cruising on his yacht.

“Yes, well, getting away—” Priscilla hesitated and then pushed any thoughts of her ex from her head “—is exactly what I...planned. Now, why don’t you tell me more about this summer camp of yours? You mentioned it when you showed me the architectural drawings and photographs in your study, but I’d love to hear more.”

“This is the first summer Camp Diamond has been open, so we consider it a shakedown period,” Bobby said. “The staff is pretty much in place and we’ve offered free stays for local kids from Destiny in return for acting as test subjects, for lack of a better word, for two-week sessions that will run through Labor Day. We’ll take a week off in between each session to make any needed repairs, upgrades or rework any of the programs.”

While Bobby spoke, Priscilla leaned over and placed her glass on the low square table in front of her and then reached for her portfolio. She itched to start making notes, but held off until she could gauge how he and Leeann were going to feel about her research. “How’s that working?”

“Well, we’re only finishing up the first week of our second session, but so far, so good.” He glanced at his wife, who offered a nod in agreement. “A few hiccups along the way, but we expected that. The plan is to have our first full season next summer.”

“We have a business plan, a board of directors and an advisory council for the camp in place, as well,” Leeann added. “Thanks to my husband’s generosity, Camp Diamond doesn’t carry any debt on its land or the buildings, and it’s fully funded for the next few years.”

Hmm, she hadn’t been aware of that fact. “It must take quite a bit of financial support to run this type of operation year after year, covering everything from salaries to insurance to marketing. Is raising funds an important part of your business plan?”

“Ah, yes, it is, but like Lee said, we’re in a good place money-wise at the moment.” Bobby paused. “Wait a minute. Have you been looking into this?”

Priscilla smiled, glad that he seemed more surprised than insulted at her initiative. “It’s what I do, remember?”

“Yeah, I know, but I never expected... Wow. I only mentioned the camp a couple of times when you called to thank me for our donation to your gala event this past week.”

It took a bit of effort, but she managed to keep the tainted images from that night from coming back to life and focused instead on the here and now. “I was intrigued by what you’re trying to do.”

“Talk about great timing,” Leeann said, enthusiasm shining in her eyes. “We were just trying to come up with ideas for a fund-raising event and here we have an expert right in front of us.”

Taking that as permission to proceed, Priscilla flipped open her portfolio and glanced at her notes. “So, have you thought about corporate sponsorship?”

“We do have one—my former racing team that I’m still a part owner of—but I’m a bit hesitant about having outsiders giving funds and then wanting a voice in how the camp is run.”

Priscilla added the information about Bobby’s team to the list she’d created this morning. “What about sponsors a bit closer to home?”

“Well, there aren’t exactly a lot of big corporations in Destiny.”

A fact she knew thanks to her research, but Priscilla had something different in mind. “What I meant was maybe you should be looking at people who have a connection to this area instead of looking for business sponsors.”

Bobby glanced at his wife for a moment, then looked back at Priscilla. “That’s sort of what we have in mind when it comes to an event, but I’m guessing you’re talking about people with deep pockets?”

“Exactly.” Priscilla pulled out her list. “Have either of you ever heard of the high-tech mogul Drake Hamill?”

“Sure. Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, Drake Hamill. They’re all members of the same club.”

“Drake and his company are based in Silicon Valley, but he’s originally from Laramie. He attended the University of Wyoming and has a vacation home in Jackson Hole, so he comes back to the state often.”

“I’ve met him a few times at your foundation events in L.A.,” Bobby said. “We did talk about being from Wyoming. Interesting idea.”

“I found that long-established camps often rely on alumni, not only to send their children to the same camp they once attended, but to assist in fund-raising efforts, as well. You don’t have that yet, but there used to be a summer camp in town that ran for over twenty-five years. Their former campers might be interested in learning there’s a new camp here in Destiny.”

Bobby nodded. “I guess that’s something we could look into. If we can get any information from the Shipmans, the family that used to own the old camp.”

“It would take a bit of doing,” Leeann added. “There aren’t any Shipmans still living in Destiny that I know of.”

“Well, I’ve found at least one former camper who’s a big name. Did you know that the San Antonio Alamos’ second baseman, Jax Summers, was born and raised in Chapman Falls, which is only two hours from here? According to his website, he first learned to hit a baseball while attending the Shipmans’ camp. His parents still live up there and he’s often home during the off season.”

Bobby looked impressed. “I don’t think I ever knew that.”

“I’ve come up with a half-dozen people who have a history of generous charitable giving and, most importantly, a connection to this area.”

“Can we see that list?” Bobby asked.

Priscilla handed them her findings, watching as Bobby and Leeann, heads close together, read it.

She was pleased that her ideas were going over so well. As someone whose closest experience to kids’ summer camp was English riding lessons at the Beverly Hills Riding Club, Priscilla had spent a lot of time over the past few days learning everything she could about summer camps.

She’d been surprised to find ones that specialized in everything from sports to technology to the arts, but she’d concentrated on private, traditional sleepaway camps that offered a variety of activities like Camp Diamond.

“I think you’re onto something here.” Bobby tapped a finger against the piece of paper. “This is an idea the board of directors should explore further, but when Leeann said we were looking at fund-raising, we were actually thinking of something simpler.”

“Simpler?”

“And even more local.” Leeann rested a hand on Bobby’s jean-clad thigh. “From the very beginning, we wanted the people of Destiny, our families and friends, to be a part of the camp. We used a local company, Murphy Mountain Log Homes, to design and build all the buildings, and while we had to go outside the area to fill some of the senior staff positions, a lot of the staff, including most of the counselors, are local high-school and college kids.”

“Yes, well, I’m sure summer jobs are scarce in a town this small, so that’s a good thing, but I’m not sure what you’re looking for as far as—”

“Hey! Anyone home?”

A deep, booming voice filled the air, cutting her off. It seemed to come through the trees, but Priscilla guessed whoever bellowed was down below the wraparound deck.

“Yeah, we’re here. Come on up,” Bobby called out and then offered a sheepish grin when his wife swatted at him. “Sorry about that, Priscilla. A buddy of mine is here for an early dinner. Why don’t you stay and join us?”

“Oh, I don’t want to intrude.”

“You won’t. Please stay,” Leeann said. “We have plenty of food and this way I won’t be outnumbered. As usual.”

“Hey, you’re never outnumbered.”

“A female dog doesn’t count— Oh, no! Bobby, he’s got Dais—”

A blur of wiry golden-and-brown hair on four legs raced around the corner of the deck. Before Priscilla could brace herself, she had a familiar furry snout pressed into her hand as the same dog that greeted her yesterday in the river jumped up on the sectional right next to her.

Which meant her owner wasn’t too far behind.

“Oh, my, would you look at that.” Leeann’s voice was low. “I never thought I’d see this day.”

Priscilla’s hand stilled where she spontaneously started to scratch at the dog’s ears. She looked up and found Leeann and Bobby staring, mouths agape. “I’m sorry?”

“That dog hates women,” Leeann said, “but look at her cuddling up to you.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Daisy behave this way before,” Bobby added.

“Tell me about it.”

Priscilla turned sharply at the familiar voice, instantly recognizing her Good Samaritan and Daisy’s owner.

The first thing she saw was a pair of battered deck shoes. Her gaze slowly rose over tanned muscular legs dusted with dark hairs to his baggy cargo shorts. His deep green Camp Diamond T-shirt was untucked and stretched taut across his broad, powerful chest.

When a knowing grin crossed his handsome face, Priscilla realized she’d just assessed him as closely as he’d done to her yesterday. At least he was wearing more than a towel.

Too bad.

Surprised at the thoughts racing through her mind and the way her body responded to them, Priscilla forced her gaze to remain locked with the man she hadn’t thought she’d see again. “Well, hello.”

He bowed slightly and tipped his head, and she couldn’t tell if he meant the gesture to be gallant or mocking. “Hello to you. Again.”

“Wait, you two know each other?” Bobby asked.

Priscilla turned back, rushing to speak before Dean could. “We met yesterday afternoon when I first arrived in town.”

“Down by the Blue Creek. She was pulled over and I stopped to see if she needed any help.”

“Yes, Mr. Zippenella and his dog were quite the welcoming committee,” she hastily added, hoping Dean wouldn’t mention the details of their run-in, both in the water and later at the inn.

“To say Daisy is smitten is a bit of an understatement,” the man added, walking toward the bar.

“Boy, I’d say. Look at her. She’s never been that friendly with me or any woman in town.” Leeann’s voice was still filled with awe. “What’s your secret?”

“I don’t quite understand it, either.” Priscilla found herself once again moving her fingertips along the dog’s neck. “I mean, I’m a fan of animals, of course, but even I was a bit surprised at how outgoing—”

“Yeah, speaking of animals, where’s that pint-size yip factory of yours?” Dean asked. “What did you call it? Snack?”

Priscilla glanced at her bag, surprised the pup hadn’t made an appearance yet. “Snake is taking a nap at the moment— Oh!”

His tiny pointed ears popped up first, and then seconds later, Snake hopped from his hiding spot and landed on the deck at Priscilla’s feet. The dog growled deep in his throat, causing Daisy’s owner to slide onto one of the tall stools situated in front of the bar.

And lift his feet well out of reach.

* * *

Dean’s favorite deck shoes had been through hell over the years, and they looked it, but they’d never been peed on. The last thing he wanted was for that rat to get a second shot at him.

“Snake. Hush!”

This time the pup listened to his owner.

Dean took a moment to pull in a deep breath, watching Priscilla lean over and easily lift her pet to her side.

The last person he’d expected to run into here was Miss Lennox.

When she’d told him yesterday she was in town to meet up with a man, he’d never thought in a million years it’d be Bobby. Of course, she did look like the type of woman his buddy had dated over the years once his racing career had taken off. Blonde. Beautiful. Bankrolled. That was before Bobby had returned to Destiny and rekindled his high-school love affair with Leann a couple of years ago.

You’re about eighteen months too late, honey.

Dean thought back to Bobby and Leann’s wedding, held right here in their home on New Year’s Eve. He’d stood up as best man for them, having gotten Bobby back on his feet with an innovative physical-therapy program that had led to Dean’s employment with the local veterans’ center.

Sticking around and becoming a permanent resident of Destiny hadn’t been in his plans. He’d always figured he’d head back to his native New Jersey, but he’d found something here in this quiet rural community that had been missing in his life.

“Well, I guess Priscilla’s dog doesn’t feel the same way about you, huh, buddy?” Bobby asked, then grinned.

“Tell me about it.” Dean looked back at Priscilla, who’d managed to quiet her pet. “You think I can get myself a beer without being attacked?”

“Oh, you’ll be safe,” she answered, her smile confident. She continued to pet both dogs as they played at rubbing noses before settling into curled balls of fur on either side of her. “As long as you stay over there.”

“Yeah, I bet.” Deciding it was best to move slowly, Dean eased off the stool and walked behind the bar. He pulled a cold beer from the refrigerator and popped the top as curiosity got the best of him. Would Bobby really invite an ex-girlfriend to town? “So, how do you all know each other?”

“Priscilla is visiting from Los Angeles. She’s got some great ideas for fund-raising for the camp.”

“I didn’t know you were looking into that.” Dean figured the princess could easily write a check to pay the camp’s bills for the next year without breaking a nail. “So, you’re a moneymaker?”

She lifted her chin and her blue eyes regarded him snootily. “I generate philanthropic support for a wide variety of nonprofit organizations, so yes, I guess ‘moneymaker’ is an apt title.”

There was that spitfire he’d caught a glimpse of yesterday. “So, what kind of support are you dreaming up for the camp?”

“Well, we just started talking about what Bobby and Leeann have in mind for an event.” She looked back at them. “Based on my experience, I could offer any number of ideas for an intimate gathering, from a plated dinner to an art auction, perhaps?”

“Plated dinners around here are potlucks, and the closest thing we have to art is the craft fair at the local high school.” Dean took a long swallow from his beer, wondering why he was goading her.

Maybe because she was one of Bobby’s former flames?

If so, thanks to the unwritten male code, she would be off-limits to any of the let’s-get-to-know-each-other-better ideas that had swirled around inside his head from the moment he’d met her. “You’re going to have to get more creative than that.”

Both Bobby and Leeann shot him dark looks, his friend’s laced with confusion, while Leann’s was downright pissed.

“Those are both great ideas, but like I started to say before we were interrupted—” Leeann’s tone softened as she turned to her guest “—we’re looking for more than just a standard fund-raiser. Everyone in Destiny has embraced the idea of the camp. Many are asking how they can help, but we don’t want to just take their money.”

“You want to accept their contributions during a specific event for the community that will earmark any funds as going directly to the camp. I totally understand that.” Priscilla finished Leann’s sentence, taking her attention off the dogs and scribbling on the notepad on her lap. “Give me a moment, won’t you?”

Silence filled the air and Dean could almost see the wheels turning inside Priscilla’s head. He caught his friends looking his way again, but he kept his gaze on Priscilla’s perfectly coiffed hair, deciding he preferred it long and loose around her shoulders like when he first saw her down at the river. Or wet and streaming down her back as it had been when she’d risen from the water.

He wondered what this society princess was going to come up with that would appeal to the folks of Destiny. Then she scratched over whatever she’d just written with firm strokes, repeating that three times and then circling the last item on her list.

“Now, I’m not sure how well this idea would work. It really depends on a variety of factors related to the town, starting of course with a willingness to go for something a bit unconventional....” Her words were soft, almost as if she were talking aloud to herself. She then looked up at Dean. “Are you a bachelor, Mr. Zippenella?”

Surprised by her question, the beer bottle almost slipped from his fingers. Did she really think he’d hit on her if he was married? He tightened his grip. “Didn’t I make that fact clear yesterday?”

A light flush colored her cheeks. “Yes, you did. My apologies.”

Bobby laughed. “Are you kidding? Zip will be one of Destiny’s last bachelors.”

One elegant eyebrow lifted. “Zip?”

For a reason he couldn’t figure out at the moment, Dean didn’t want her calling him that. “It’s a nickname. But call me Dean.”

She blinked once, the pink tinge on her face deepening as she focused her attention back on Bobby and Leeann. “Would you say that the single-to-married ratio is fairly balanced in Destiny?”

“I guess so,” Leann answered. “I never really thought about it much.”

“What about male versus female? I’m hoping Mr. Zipp—Dean—isn’t truly the town’s last bachelor?”

“Oh, yeah?” Dean asked. “Why is that?”

“Well, you would need at least a dozen to make this worthwhile.”

“I’m confused,” Bobby said. “A dozen what?”

“Bachelors,” Priscilla announced with a bright smile. “A bachelor auction, with the ladies bidding for a night on the town with the men of their choice, could be just the event you’re looking for.”