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  James turned around to look at Laurel, alarmed. He threw an involuntary glance back at the tunnel. “Nuh-uh.”

  “What’s the matter? Doesn’t he want to kiss her?”

  “I don’t know,” James replied, annoyed. “He probably does.”

  “She says now that she’s thirteen, it’s time for somebody to kiss her, and he’s a good choice.”

  James had no idea how to respond to that, so he stayed silent.

  “Boys like Virginia. I think it’s because she’s beautiful and tall and thin, but Daddy says it’s because her soul draws people and makes them feel comfortable.”

  James decided that girls thought about the strangest things.

  “Do you like Virginia?”

  He shrugged and looked off in the distance. “She’s okay — for a girl.”

  There was another long silence, which Laurel finally broke.

  “A bunch us are gonna play Kick the Can up by the cottages later. You wanna play with us?”

  “Maybe.”

  “I can’t play tomorrow because Daddy’s taking me and the boys to the Appalachian craft fair.”

  “Really?”

  “I told him I want to be an artist, so we’re going to look at different kinds of arts and crafts. But the boys don’t care about that stuff. They just want to eat funnel cake.”

  “Hmm.”

  “What do you like to do?” she inquired politely.

  He grinned. “I like to eat funnel cake.”

  Laurel rolled her eyes. “No, that’s not what I mean.”

  “I know. Let’s see — I like to play dodge ball, and I’m a good runner, so I’m going to try out for the track team when school starts. And I like to read comic books and play cards. And I wanna learn to play the guitar.”

  “Ooh, playing the guitar — that sounds fun.”

  There was another lull in the conversation. Laurel swung her feet over the ledge of the tunnel’s entrance. She turned at the sound of footsteps behind her. James turned too, and his eyes were immediately drawn to Stuart and Virginia’s clasped hands. From the glazed look on Stu’s face and the smug smile on Virginia’s, it appeared that Laurel had the whole situation pegged exactly right. It looked like Stu had just been kissed but good. James shook his head. He liked girls as much as the next almost thirteen-year-old boy did, which meant sometimes he couldn’t help but think about them and sometimes he’d rather not. But that look on Stu’s face was a little scary. He wasn’t sure he was ready for that.

  “You guys all set?”

  “Did you find anything?” James asked.

  “Umm . . . no. Nothing. I guess it was a waste of time after all.”

  Virginia just smiled. “Not a complete waste.”

  Stu cleared his throat. “Right. Well, let’s shove off then.” He kept hold of Virginia’s hand as they began the trek down to the runabout.

  She reached behind her and gestured for Laurel. “Here.”

  Laurel took her sister’s hand and then reached for James, but he just gave her grimy little paw a wary look. “No thanks, I need both my hands to keep me from slipping.”

  She frowned.

  Stu and James pushed the johnboat out in the water before hopping in and starting the motor. Stu brought it around while the others finished putting on lifejackets. He stopped to fasten his, and they took off for the dock as fast as the little boat could move.

  As they emerged from the cove, the hot sun beat down, and James felt the top of his head begin to sweat. Damp waves of brown hair were soon blown stiff from the constant wind in his face. A Coke or a glass of lemonade sounded good right then. He hoped Mrs. Pendleton had brought drinks back from the store in town when she’d gone to get some more of that suntanning oil she used. He wondered whether she would bring them back something for lunch, too. Then he wondered how they would spend the rest of the day. During the hot afternoon hours, they’d probably stay in the Pendletons’ houseboat and play poker. Later, they could play Kick the Can with the little kids up at the cottages or take a hike around the campground. Mrs. Pendleton said they were eating dinner at the marina restaurant that night, and then there would be more walking around the dock and maybe some fishing as the sun set. The next day, it would all start again. It seemed as if days on the lake lasted forever and ran one into the other, as the long, lazy days of summer should. James had the sense that he should be savoring these moments. His dad often reminded him, “The best times are when you’re young and have no responsibilities.” School and Ohio, his parents, and all the rest of life seemed so far away. Right then, the only realities were the boats and the water and the hot, summer days without end.

  Chapter 1

  Seven years later

  James lay back against the head rest in the passenger seat of Stuart’s SUV and watched the scenery rush past as they sped down the interstate. The lush green of the Bluegrass was giving way to the foothills of the Appalachians, which meant they would be arriving soon. James stole a glance over at Stu, who was drumming his fingers on the steering wheel and singing along to the radio.

  “You ever talk to Virginia Elliot anymore?” he asked. Tearing down the highway toward the lake had sent James back to the last summer he had spent on the Pendleton’s houseboat. That was five years before when he was fourteen, and he was sure a lot of things had changed. Stu and Virginia had kept up their summer romances for a few years, breaking up when Stuart returned to Ohio at the end of vacation. They wrote sometimes, James knew, but his friend hadn’t mentioned her in quite a while.

  “Nah, not for a couple years now. I didn’t go to the lake last summer. And the year before that, she had that redneck boyfriend, remember?”

  James shook his head.

  “I know I told you about it. The guy was a total jerk. He pulled me behind the marina shop once and said he’d feed me to the fish if I so much as looked at Virginia.”

  “I’m surprised she put up with that.” It certainly didn’t jive with the self-assured Virginia they knew when they were younger.

  “I don’t think she knew. Laurel said the guy was bad news, but Virginia wouldn’t see it.” He looked saddened — or embarrassed maybe; James couldn’t tell. “I didn’t need that,” Stuart went on.

  “No one needs that.”

  “Damn straight.”

  Stuart flipped up and down the dial for another radio station that had a decent signal in the mountains. Finally, he gave up and punched it off altogether. “Hope you brought your own music. There’s no reception down here.”

  “I brought a few cassettes.”

  “Hey, it’s the ’90s, and CDs are the way of the future, man.” Stuart grinned at him.

  “Yeah, I know, but I’m saving up for a car.”

  “That’s great. Gotta have wheels, I guess. When you’re ready to buy, let my dad know. He might be able to get you a deal. He’s done ads for a bunch of the dealerships around Cincinnati.”

  “I will. Thanks.” James took another swig of soda. “It feels weird to be coming back here.”

  “Yeah, a little weird. I’d like to see Virginia again, though — catch up and whatever. Do you think she’ll be home from college for the summer?”

  “How should I know?” James shrugged and took another drink.

  “Well . . . ” Stuart’s voice drifted off for a few seconds and then he changed the subject. “It was killer that her dad had that busboy gig open up at the restaurant. You’ll get to stay down here all summer.”

  “Yeah, unlucky for the other guy, but great for me. I couldn’t find anything better around home this year. It was great of your dad to put in a good word for me.”

  “What happened to the other guy?”

  “Had a motorcycle accident — broke his leg in two places.”

  “That sucks. If I didn’t have to go to Europe with the parental units, I could have taken the job myself.”

  “I need the money more than you, buddy. And I needed to get out of that house.”

  Stuar
t cringed in sympathy. “Is it bad?”

  “Oh, yeah, it’s bad. Even worse since my sister got married last summer. They hardly speak to each other, but when they do”— he shook his head — “fighting, silent treatment, fighting, silent treatment, and they’re mad at me the whole time I’m home. I’ll do anything to get out of that hellhole.”

  “Even wash dishes and clear tables?”

  “Even that.” James grinned.

  * * *

  James walked into the marina restaurant and plunked his duffle on the floor beside him. He wanted to talk to Mr. Elliot before going to the Pendleton’s houseboat, which would be his home for the next two and a half months.

  He looked around the restaurant; it hadn’t changed one iota since he was last there. The same Formica-topped tables, their fake, wood grain chipped off in places, were scattered about the dining room. Arranged around the tables were the same vinyl-upholstered chairs his legs used to stick to on hot summer nights. He smiled when he saw the old, revolving, pie case still standing next to the cash register, proudly displaying every type of soggy-crusted cream pie known to man. The air was filled with the familiar smells of fried fish and Thousand Island dressing. Turning toward the wall of windows that overlooked the lake, he saw a leggy redhead leaning over a table and scouring away with her dishrag. The circular motion of her arm initiated a nice circular motion of her posterior. He noticed this in a purely aesthetic way, of course. He was all set to call out, ‘Hey Virginia!’ when she turned around, and he stopped short. It wasn’t Virginia.

  The dark blue eyes speared him from across the room, and his breath caught. It couldn’t be, just couldn’t be — could it?

  “Laurel?”

  She stopped, dropped her arms to her side and stared. Suddenly, her face bloomed into a riotous mix of recognition and joy. “James?” she breathed. “How are you?” She held out her arms and walked toward him, wrapping him in a warm, but not too intimate, embrace — the way one should embrace a friend from long ago. He circled her arms with his own.

  “Wow, I almost didn’t recognize you! I thought you were Virginia at first.”

  She laughed as she stepped back to get a good look at him. “I was thirteen years old the last time you were here.”

  A million thoughts raced through his head: smooth, sweet-talking things like, You sure grew up right, and numbskull things like, When did you grow legs up to your neck? He settled for another, “Wow!” and a particularly lame, “You’ve changed a lot in five years.”

  She smiled and shook her head in amusement. “It’s so good to see you! Daddy says you’ll be working here this summer?”

  “Umm . . . yeah . . . I was just checking in with him before I went over to the boat to unpack.”

  “So, I guess Stu is staying with you?”

  “For a couple of weeks. The Pendletons are heading for Europe at the end of June. They’ll be gone for the rest of the summer, so I’m ‘boat-sitting’ for them.”

  “Oh, I’ll have to tell Ginny.” She winked at him, and he felt his heart stop and blood burn up his neck to his cheeks.

  She was almost staring at him, and suddenly she shook her head a little, as if waking from a daydream. “I’m working here too, waiting tables — trying to save some money for college.”

  “Me too.”

  “Where are you again?”

  “University of Dayton.”

  “Ah.”

  “And you? Where are you off to?”

  “Benton College.”

  “Where?”

  “It’s a liberal arts college just a bit north of here.”

  “Oh.” He paused, expecting her to explain some more, but when no other information was forthcoming, he gave a self-deprecating little laugh. “Never heard of it.”

  “You missed the signs on the interstate, huh?”

  “Guess so.”

  She tilted her head and gave him a radiant smile. Christ, has she always had a smile like that? He felt warm all the way down to his toes but squashed the feeling down deep. What’s wrong with you, Marshall? This is Virginia’s kid-sister — not some college co-ed.

  “It’s just so good to see you; I can’t get over it. You bring back memories of good times.” She turned toward the door that connected the restaurant to the marina shop. “I’ll tell Daddy you’re here,” she called over her shoulder.

  He couldn’t help himself; he watched her rear end in those white, sailor shorts as she went. Mr. Elliot happened to appear in the kitchen doorway just in time to catch him staring.

  “Hello, James.” His mustache twitched in amusement, and James realized he’d seen the whole ogling move. How embarrassing— not to mention job-endangering!

  “Oh, there you are. Look, Daddy, it’s James Marshall. You remember, right?”

  “Sir.” James sprang forward and held out his hand.

  “It’s pleasant to see you again.” Mr. Elliot had a strange, almost old-fashioned way of speaking. Somehow, though, with his wire-rimmed glasses, his balding head and his scraggly ZZ Top wanna-be beard, the archaic word choices fit him.

  “Thank you for the job, sir. I’ll do my best.”

  “I’m sure you will.” He indicated the duffle on the floor behind James. “Why don’t you go on over and put your things away?” Mr. Elliot checked the clock on the dining room wall. “I’m going to put you on the 2–10 shift, which gives you a little more than three hours to rest up and get settled. Hate to put you to work your first day down here, but what can I say? We’re short-handed.”

  “No problem. I’m ready when you are.” He looked at Laurel, forcing his features into a nonchalant expression. “You work tonight?”

  “No.” She smiled. “I’ve got the lunch shift today, 9–2. But I’m sure we’ll see each other around. I’ll have to go hunt Stu down after work and see how he’s been. I haven’t seen him in a couple of years, but he won’t be the shock you were — all grown up and everything.” She approached the kitchen. “See you this afternoon, James.”

  “Bye, Laurel.”

  She lifted her hand as she disappeared behind the swinging, kitchen door.

  “That’s my girl.” Mr. Elliot beamed. “Did she tell you she got a free ride to college?”

  “No, sir.”

  “Yes, well, it’s not exactly free. All the students accepted at Benton work at the college to pay their way, but we’re awfully proud of her in any case. We’d have been hard put to pay tuition for her and for Virginia. Laurel’s going to study art, either art studio or art history.”

  James considered what his own father would have to say about art as a major. But then, he supposed sons were usually expected to choose majors that leant themselves toward a steady paycheck. James’s own major was business, and while he was definitely enjoying college life, he couldn’t have picked a more boring major. He wondered whether Mr. Elliot would be as pleased if Dylan and Crosby decided to major in art. Yeah, James decided, he probably would; the man was downright impractical.

  “What’s Virginia studying again?”

  “Pre-dentistry. Can you imagine? The girl wants to be a dentist. Sounds like hell on earth to me, but it’s what she wants, so we’re happy for her too.”

  James didn’t quite know how to respond to that. “Umm . . . well . . . I’ll just go put this stuff away then, and I’ll see you at two. What should I wear?”

  “Jeans and a t-shirt will be fine. Nothing too fancy. It’ll just get stained and ruined.”

  “Right. See you then.” He headed out the restaurant door.

  * * *

  About 9 o’clock that evening, James was up to his eyeballs in dirty dishes when the door to the restaurant banged open and he heard the laughing voices of Stuart and Laurel. He peered out of the kitchen and watched Stu amble over to a table James had just finished wiping off.

  “No, hey Stu, this one’s already clean and the condiments stocked for the night. Let’s sit on the deck and not mess anything up this close to closing time.” She
headed toward the screen door leading out back.

  “Spoken like a real waitress,” Stu joked.

  “Yeah, well, we can’t all be spoiled brats like you,” she teased.

  James was grateful. His back ached between his shoulder blades from carrying plastic bus tubs of dirty dishes to and fro, and he certainly didn’t need Stuart to give him any extra work. He wasn’t a wuss; he was in good shape for track and long-distance running, but he was starting to realize that there wasn’t a lot of upper body strength needed for intramural cross-country. He wished that last couple would finish their coffee and chocolate pie so he could get out of there.

  Back in the kitchen, he sprayed down the second-to-last load of dirty dishes for the night. Laurel appeared through the swinging door and fished out two glasses, stepping over to the soda fountain and drawing off two Cokes.

  “Hey, Jim Dandy, how’d it go tonight?” Her cheerful expression irked him a bit.

  “Fine.”

  “It gets easier in a few days. Pretty soon, your shoulders won’t be so sore.”

  “Hmmph.”

  Her lips pursed in amusement, she turned around, bumping the door open with her hip.

  James continued cleaning and stocking under the directions barked out by Phil, the shift manager. He peeked out into the dining room. No Laurel, no Stu, and — this was a bonus — no coffee-drinking couple either. Darlene the waitress was counting out the cash register, and Mr. Elliot had appeared out of nowhere to divide the tips at one of the tables near the back. Laurel came back in and kissed her dad on the cheek. He received her affection with a smile and without looking up from his task.

  “Daddy, Stuart and I are going up to The Loft for a bit, okay?”

  “Home by midnight, Punkin. Your mother will have a fit if you’re out too late.”

  She rolled her eyes.

  “You’re still under our roof, you know, even if you are almost off to college.”

  “Yes, Dad.” She took a sip of her coke and turned to see James carrying his bus tub to the last messy table. She met him there.

  “Want some help with these?”

  He shrugged.