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Chapter Six

It had taken Cameron less than ten minutes on Google and the Cedar Springs Gazette’s website to find that Summer Darling Spencer and her sisters were indeed the trust-fund debutantes of Cedar Springs society. The ordeal that had been his two-year marriage to a trust-fund daddy’s girl had left him with no illusions about what it meant to be in an economically lopsided relationship. The melding of working class and upper class was the stuff of oil and water, and Cameron had the emotional scars to prove it.

Summer was pretty and he’d been drawn to her vulnerability. But self-preservation trumped those assets.

Cameron’s first instinct was to text Summer and tell her something had come up and he wouldn’t be able to make it Friday night. But a text message was the coward’s way out. He’d all but chased her to get her to agree to go out with him, practically cornering her while she did her volunteer work at Manna at Common Ground.

His mother had raised him to be a gentleman. And a gentleman didn’t run away from tough situations. So approaching the business entrance to Manna at Common Ground the next day, the irony didn’t escape him that the way his social life was at the moment, he considered breaking a date with a beautiful woman as a tough situation.

Cameron didn’t know if she was at the soup kitchen on Thursday, but it was an easy visit for him to make from the public safety building.

As he pulled open the door to the Common Ground business office, he had one goal: extricate himself from the date with Summer Spencer.

“Chief Cam,” Mrs. Davidson trilled from her desk. “What a surprise. Two days in a row. To what do we owe the pleasure?”

Doris Davidson was one of a handful of full-time employees for the Common Ground ministries. She was the central receptionist, point person and general bookkeeper for the soup kitchen, recreation center, homeless shelter and free clinic.

“Hi, Mrs. D. Is Summer Spencer working today?”

She gave him a sly smile. “As a matter of fact, she is. I think you know where to find her,” Mrs. D said with a general wave in the rear direction.

“Thank you,” he said, making his way toward the kitchen.

As he drew closer, Cameron heard raised voices, tinged with anger.

“You just can’t waltz in here and rewrite the rules of Manna to suit your own purpose. You had no right to allow unauthorized people in here.”

“Ilsa, if they hadn’t been here, we wouldn’t have been able to serve the evening meal. There weren’t enough volunteers.”

Cameron recognized Summer’s voice. He pushed open the door and said, “Excuse me.” Neither of the women saw or heard him.

Summer’s hair was pulled up and back with clips. She wore one of the Common Ground aprons over slacks and a short-sleeve top and had a wooden spoon in one hand. The other woman was in her mid-to late-forties with blond hair cut into a short and severe bob. While Summer was dressed to work, the other woman wore a suit he guessed was both linen and designer.

“Are you implying that I’m not doing my job?” the woman demanded of Summer.

“I’m not implying anything,” Summer said. “What I’m saying is that Wednesday is our busiest day. If it hadn’t been for Chief Jackson and his men stepping in when they did, we would have had crackers to serve to our guests.”

Hearing his name in the middle of the fray brought Cameron up short. Was she being reprimanded for having him work in the kitchen?

From the way she gripped the wooden spoon, Cameron knew that she was holding on to her temper. Another woman would have been ready to use the utensil as a weapon.

“Excuse me,” he said, much louder this time.

Both women turned toward the voice.

“Cameron!” Summer said.

“Who are you?” the suited woman demanded.

Cameron came forward. Summer may have been holding on to her patience, but he was quickly losing his. The accusatory tone of the woman’s voice put him on the defensive.

“My name is Cameron Jackson. I’m the Cedar Springs fire chief.”

“Oh,” the woman said turning on both a smile and the charm. “Mrs. Davidson didn’t tell me I had an appointment. What can I do for you, Chief Jackson?”

He glanced at Summer, who looked as if she wanted to be anywhere but there.

“You can tell me why you’re berating this woman whose only fault was looking out for the best interests of the homeless and indigent.”

“Cameron,” Summer began. “You don’t have to...”

He held up a hand even as the woman said, “I beg your pardon?”

“I was the unauthorized volunteer yesterday,” he said. “I dropped off some food donations from the fire houses and discovered that the ladies here were shorthanded.”

“Oh,” the woman said, glancing at Summer and then turning her attention back to Cameron. “I didn’t realize...” she said as her voice faded away.

Then, “I’m sorry,” she told Summer, the apology curt and in Cameron’s estimation, not at all sincere. “I didn’t know that the city’s fire chief was the volunteer. That’s perfectly acceptable,” she said, once again ignoring Summer and giving Cameron a one-hundred-watt smile.

“By the way,” she said offering her hand. “I’m Ilsa Keller, the director of Manna.”

“Hmm,” was Cameron’s only response as he gave her a handshake that was at best perfunctory and at worst as abrupt as she had been with Summer.

“Well,” Ilsa said. “I have a meeting to attend to. The Women’s Club is considering taking Manna on as a service project.”

Summer’s mouth dropped open.

“My shift is ending,” she said. “Who’s going to do prep for tomorrow?”

Ilsa shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. The work will get done. Chief Jackson, it was a delight meeting you. I hope our paths cross again.”

A moment later, Ilsa was out the door Cameron had come in.

“Is it safe to venture out now?” a voice asked from behind a door.

Cameron turned and saw a woman’s head peeking out of what he guessed was a pantry.

Summer sighed and put the wooden spoon in the sink. “Yes, it’s safe. She’s gone.”

“Thank goodness. I was getting some raisins for the spoon bread when I heard her come in. Sorry to have abandoned you, Summer. But frankly, I thought staying in the pantry was a better idea.”

“That’s okay, Olivia. Olivia Green, this is Chief Cameron Jackson,” Summer said, making the introductions.

He nodded toward Olivia. “Ms. Green.”

“What just happened here?” Cameron said, his issue with Summer’s background forgotten as he stewed over the way she had been treated.

“You just saw the Wicked Witch of the West in action,” Olivia said, depositing the large canister of raisins on a counter. “She blows in here like that all the time. Never does a lick of work but is always acting like the place would cease to exist without her at the helm.”

“Olivia,” Summer said. “Be kind.”

“That woman doesn’t deserve any kindness. And frankly, I’m sick of it,” Olivia said. “I’ve already sent a letter to the board about what’s been going on here.”

“What’s been going on?” Cameron asked as he watched Olivia toss ingredients into a large mixing bowl.

“Summer has been keeping us up and running, that’s what’s going on. If anybody here deserved a salary for all the work they put into Manna, it would be Summer, not Ilsa.”

Summer rubbed her temples. “It’s not that bad, Cameron. Really.”

“No,” Olivia snapped. “It’s worse.”

“Thank you for coming to my defense,” she told Cameron. “You didn’t have to. I was already telling her about us being shorthanded here. I just don’t think she realizes that the day-to-day operation of this place needs attention just as much as fund-raising and community awareness.”

Cameron looked around. “Is it just the two of you or is someone else hiding in the pantry?”

“Summer is leaving,” Olivia said. “She’s already been here for six hours of a three-hour shift.”

“I’m not leaving you when there’s...”

“What can I do to help?” Cameron interjected.

The two women glanced at each other. “We could use another set of hands,” Olivia pointed out. “Especially since Madame Director clearly isn’t lending any tangible support.”

A few minutes later, Cameron’s hands were washed, an apron was tied at his waist and he was chopping vegetables. If he was going at it a bit more aggressively than either Summer or Olivia would have, neither woman said anything about it.

“Does she always interact with volunteers like that?” he asked.

“What you saw is what we get,” Olivia said.

Cameron looked to Summer, who reluctantly nodded.

“This is a ministry,” she said. “But there are internal, er, issues, that make it difficult to carry out our mission sometimes.”

“There’s just one issue,” Olivia piped up from where she worked. “And its name is Ilsa Keller.”

The three made fast work of completing the preparations for the next day’s meal service. By the time they finished, Cameron’s assessment of Summer had changed...again.

“Can I buy you two a cup of coffee?” he said.

“None for me,” Olivia answered. “I have work waiting for me at home. You two go on. I’ll wrap up the rest of this. It’ll only take me a few minutes.”

Summer paused, but Olivia made a shooing motion with her hands. “Go.”

Summer surveyed the kitchen. Everything apparently met with her satisfaction because she nodded and headed outside.

“I didn’t mean to go all caveman,” Cameron said.

“You didn’t. At least not that I saw.”

The edges of his mouth quirked up. “That’s because I kept it inside.”

“Those carrots and that celery might disagree.”

That earned a laugh. “I thought I was showing off my Iron Chef skills.”

“If that makes you feel better,” she retorted.

“All right,” he said. “I confess. I was letting off the steam that your director brought to a boiling point.”

“Twice now you’ve bailed me out at Manna. Thank you.”

Remembering his reason for seeking her out in the first place, Cameron felt a twinge of conscience. His ex-wife would not have been as gracious as Summer, either with Ilsa Keller or with him butting in.

“Cameron, I forgot to ask. What did you come to Manna for? I’m sure your original intent wasn’t to referee a fight or to chop vegetables.”

To Cameron, her attempt at self-deprecating humor fell a little flat. He’d seen her mouth tremble as she’d fought back the urge to cry after the undeserved dressing down by that woman.

Before he could answer, a horn tooted and they both turned toward the sound.

“Summer Darling! I thought that was you. I heard you were back in town. We still do doubles at the club Saturday mornings. You know you have an open invitation. We’d love to see you.”

“I’ll call you,” she called out to the man who tooted his horn again and waved.

Doubles at the club. Cameron didn’t know if they were talking about tennis, golf or something else. But whatever it was, he knew he didn’t have an open invitation or even a membership at the exclusive country club.

When she turned back to him, Summer looked troubled.

“Cameron, about tomorrow....”

“That’s what I came to see you about.”

“I’m sorry,” she said. “You’ve been very kind. But I’m going to have to back out. I’m sorry.”

Her words couldn’t have been any more shocking. She’d dumped him before he could dump her!

But the snub had the opposite affect on him. Instead of being relieved to have escaped another potential situation like the one with his ex-wife, he suddenly had something to prove—to himself and to Summer.

* * *

“I got cold feet,” Summer told her sister. “One minute, I was anticipating a date with him and in the next, it was like, ‘I can’t do this.’”

Spring was finishing up her own volunteer shift at the free clinic run by the Common Ground ministries. Summer had left Cameron standing in front of Manna and gone straight to the clinic. Spring had always been her sounding board, and tonight was no exception.

“And I hate coming across as the damsel in distress,” Summer said. “He probably thinks I’m some sort of flake.”

“You don’t,” Spring assured her as she slipped off her stethoscope then shrugged out of the white lab jacket she wore at the clinic. She hung it in her locker, scooped up her bag and faced her little sister. “This is an occasion that begs for ice cream. Let’s go.”

Ice cream must have been the solution of the evening. When they reached the Main Street shop, Two Scoops & More was packed with people.

And right in the middle of it all stood Cameron Jackson.