Chapter1
Grady knewthere was a solid chance Priya would slam the door in his face when he arrived at Camp Firefly Fallsunannounced.
He was notwrong.
The feisty news producer took one look at him—wind-burned, with three days of facial hair and a filthy gleam inhis eye—and let go of the wood frame with a healthy amount ofhell-noenthusiasm.
Unfortunately for her, it was just a screen door and he could stillseeher.
“You cut your hair,” he saidgruffly.
She crossed her arms and gloweredathim.
“It looks great.Youlook great.” He meant it. It had been nearly a year since he’d seen her in person, here at camp. Where they’dmet and bonded and fought andfucked.
He watched her on TV every chance he got,though.
And they’d had that one late-nightphonecall.
He regularly enjoyed a mental replayofthat.
“I bet you’re wondering what I’m doing here,” he said, giving her a winningsmile.
“Not in the least,” she said frostily, pulling the door open again. But instead of letting him enterher—their—cabin, she came out to stand on the porch. “You’re camp alumni. I bet you’ll come back every year to relive yourglorydays.”
That wasn’t the reason at all, and she knew it. “I’m hereforyou.”
She laughed and stepped around him. “Nice try,Grady.”
Then shewalkedaway.
Oh,hellno.
But Grady’s internal protest didn’t stop him from checking her outas she stormed off. Dark, glossy hair, now chopped to her shoulders. Slim arms, churning in outrage. A curvy bottom he could still feel in his hands, a yearlater.
She really did lookgreat.
He had a lot of work to do to get back into her goodgraces.
Priya’s heartpounded in her chest as she marched down the path toward the mainlodge.
No,seriously, what was he doing here? She’d double-checked withTeganthat…
She slowed to a stop, then twisted around, her leading hand thumping into the Navy SEAL’s hard, unyielding chest. Of course he was rightbehindher.
She jerked her chin up—way up—and glared at him in all his handsome, unabashed glory. “You setthisup.”
“I’mafraidso.”
“I’m going tokillher.”
“Nah, don’t do that. I’ll sleep on the porch if youinsist.”
“The porch— Grady, tell me you have your own bunk in a boys’ cabinsomewhere.”
“Camp’s full up, I’m afraid.” He grinned. “But I hear you’ve got a cabin all to yourself this week. What’s that allabout?”
“None of yourbusiness.”
