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Over the Moon(4)
Author: K.K. Allen

I burst out with a laugh. “When do we ever greet the chaperones?” I shake my head, not giving her a chance to argue. “I don’t have time for this right now. There are kids who still need to turn in their immunization records. I need to make some phone calls to their parents, and…”

The look she gives me next cuts me. “Silver,” she says sternly.

“Hope,” I say right back.

She sighs. “I won’t take no for an answer.”

I give the girl credit. Out of all the years I’ve lived at the camp, no one has ever pushed me the way Hope has. While I try to resist her charms at every turn, I can admit that her adventurous nature has rubbed off on me a little bit.

I cringe while leaning my head back in frustration. “Geez. Okay, fine. I’ll go just so you won’t hold it over my head.”

“Smart girl.” She grins and hops to her feet. “I’ll meet you out front.”

After taking a minute to tidy up, I close and lock my office door. Then I cross the examination room toward the main entrance of the cabin. It’s a small workspace, but it’s perfectly fitting for my needs. The former head nurse, Miriam, whom I assisted, always kept me in the front room. I would greet kids and evaluate injuries, then she would come in to give the final assessment—both for me and the patients. She was always testing me, critiquing my performance, and adding to my training. The day she finally retired and left camp, it felt like someone pulling a crutch away from me. But it only took a few months to realize I could, in fact, walk on my own.

“Morning, ladies,” Anderson Bexley calls out as he strolls by my office, probably on his way to greet our guests.

“Morning, Anderson,” Hope and I chime back in unison.

Detecting the flirtatious tone in Hope’s voice, I snap my head to her and narrow my eyes. “Obvious much?”

She shrugs, looking slightly annoyed, while her eyes are pinned on the man increasing his distance from us. “Doesn’t matter. Anderson doesn’t even see me.”

Unfortunately, I know all too well that her feelings are justified. Anderson is just as career minded as me. We’ve always had that in common.

“Yeah, well, if it makes you feel better, I know he’s overwhelmed right now. He’s taken on a lot for his parents while his siblings are off living their lives around the world. Sometimes, I wonder if he feels stuck.”

She quirks a brow at me. “Like you? Geez, you two would be perfect together.”

I make a face. “Gross, no. Anderson is practically my brother. And I’m not stuck here. I choose to be here. There’s a big difference.”

The moment the words are out of my mouth, I regret saying them. I don’t have to look at my friend to see the gears of curiosity churning in her brain.

“Why do you choose to be here, Silver? I mean—don’t get me wrong. I don’t know what I would do without you. But it’s not like you have family tying you here. You could be a nurse anywhere. And you’d probably get paid a hell of a lot more than the Bexleys pay you. Why Camp Dakota?”

I pinch out a smile, trying to ignore the discomfort snaking through me. I could tell her that the Bexleys have done a lot for me, and that if not for them, I might not ever have gone into nursing, but that would only lead to more questions. I’ve learned the hard way that it’s much safer for all involved to just keep it simple. “I like it here.” A shrug accompanies my smile, and it works.

While Hope turns away with frustration evident on her face, she doesn’t ask another question about it. We follow the winding dirt path lined with tall pine trees until we come to the large clearing, where the staff is awaiting the players’ bus. I can’t help but notice the undeniable energy swirling in the air. The staff’s voices are more animated than normal. Their footsteps quicker. Their laughter louder.

One would think after the previous two years of the same event, the staff would be used to seeing the players, but the fanfare speaks for itself. And this is where I don’t fit in with the others. As I stand here, awaiting a busload of athletes I won’t even be working with, I start to get antsy. There are so many other things I could be doing right now, like inventory of my supplies or reviewing internship candidates. Miriam has been retired for a few months now, and the only assistant I’ve ever had recently quit to pursue other careers, which means I’m on my own until I find a fitting replacement.

I start to tell Hope I’m going to head back to work, then the sound of an approaching engine riles up the crowd. A second later, a giant motor coach painted in purple and gold, along with the Seattle football team’s logo, drives through the gated entrance.

The chatter only intensifies, fading to a slight buzz only once the bus is parked and they’re all trying to contain their excitement. While I’m not a giant fan of the team like the rest of them, I wholeheartedly understand their elation. Living here can become monotonous at times, so I understand how the arrival of celebrities tends to wind them up.

One by one, players step off the bus, large purple duffel bags slung over their broad shoulders. They look almost silly, like Hulk clones all huddled together as Anderson makes his way toward them with his always-present clipboard.

“C’mon,” Hope hisses. “Let’s get closer. I want to see if I can touch one of them.”

I throw her a horrified glance as she starts to walk off. In a swift move, I clutch the back of her shirt and pull her back to me with a laugh. “Please don’t be like that.” I nod toward the gaggle of camp counselors who didn’t bother to change out of their swimsuits for the occasion.

“Ugh,” Hope says with disgust. “Do they always have to be so flaunty about their hotness?”

I raise a brow. “Did you just say ‘flaunty’?”

She shrugs. “I did, and I’m not taking it back.”

Laughing, I give my friend a little nudge. “Play it cool. Trust me. Any guy worth dating won’t fall for that, anyway. They’ll fall for your hotness exactly as you stand.”

Hope frowns and stares down at her work uniform, which is just a pair of khaki shorts and a white polo with Camp Dakota embroidered into it. “Yeah, but no one will be able to see my hotness under this frock.”

“Just wait until they see you in your cafeteria uniform.”

Absolute horror registers on Hope’s face as she takes in my words. Most of the regular staffers get called to take up odd jobs as needed, and Hope absolutely despises the cafeteria duties. I’ve never seen my friend look so mortified. “Seriously, Silver? You are the worst.”

She turns back to the group of guys while trying to stifle a laugh, but even while suffering from wardrobe insecurities, she’s filled to the brim with good humor.

“Holy shit.” The curse flies from Hope’s mouth so fast, I barely have time to register it before she’s gripping my arm. “No way.”

I follow her gaze and squint to see a straggler stepping off the bus. He’s tall and seemingly built like the rest, but I can’t see much beneath the black hoodie that’s pulled over his head and the dark shades that hide his eyes.

The way Hope’s jaw has practically fallen to the asphalt makes me all the more curious. “I don’t understand. Why are you freaking out?”

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