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“Me too,” she said as her arms wrapped around him.

They stood there for a moment, the night air cool around them, before he spoke again. “How about we hang this weekend? Just the two of us.”

“I’d love that,” she said against his chest. She stepped back. “For now, I’m beat. It was a very long day.”

He nodded. “We’ll settle details tomorrow.” She nodded and, after another brief kiss, she walked towards her car.

He could do casual with her, keep hidden what he feared was buried deep down for her if it meant enjoying more time with her. After all, this was Andrea. Yeah, a summer affair would be worth the heartbreak if or when she called it off.

Somehow, he knew being with her would bring more than just challenges; it would bring a realization of what—and who—truly mattered to him.

Chapter Six

If there was one thing Andrea knew how to handle, it was handsy men.

The first job she’d gotten after getting her license, she’d had to fend off the client when he’d mistaken her kindness for flirting. He’d marched out of the room after the massage without leaving a tip. The worst part was that he’d complained to her supervisor, and she’d had to explain the entire situation. Somehow, she’d ended up being the one embarrassed by the situation.

After that day, she’d been taught how to handle situations like that by her mentor. She was still friends with Jeana, even though the woman was twenty years older than she was and lived across the state. Actually, Jeana was her only friend outside of the employees at the camp.

“Mr. Temple, if you don’t move your hand, I’ll have to end this session right now,” she warned for what she hoped would be the last time.

The man’s hand was slowly making its way higher on the back of her leg. She jerked a few steps back until it dropped away.

The thirty-something man sat up with a chuckle.

“Come on, sweetie, don’t make me beg.” He reached for her, his towel slipping lower on his hips.

“This is over,” she said, growing mad. As she walked towards the door, he moved quickly to block the exit. His towel lay on the ground as his arms wrapped around her.

Before she had a chance to think, the self-defense training that she’d learned in Aubrey’s classes kicked in.

Mr. Temple cried out as he hit the ground.

By the time the door to the room burst open, Mr. Temple was lying on the ground, holding his arm and nuts, groaning and spewing curse words.

“Are you okay?” Dean asked her as she turned and marched out of the room. When he made a move to go into the room, his eyes filled with anger, so she stopped him by placing a hand on his chest.

“Don’t. He’s not worth it. I’m good.”

“What happened?” he growled.

“Mr. Temple has decided to cancel all his other booked massages for his stay at River Camps.” She walked over to the computer and punched the keys until the man’s entire schedule was cleared. “Actually,” she said when she was done, “I think I’ll call Beth at the front desk and have her cancel the rest of his stay here. I bet his wife is going to love that,” she added with a smirk. She’d overheard Bunny Temple—yes, that was the woman’s name—complaining about how bland the food was and how the drinks were watered down.

Dean stood by while she talked to Beth at the front desk. By the time Mr. Temple came out of the back room fully dressed and only slightly limping, Brett and Aaron were waiting to escort him to his cabin to get his things—including his wife, who had been lounging by the pool unaware that their trip was being cut short—and then off the property.

“You okay?” Dean asked her once they were alone.

“Fine. It’s not the first time something like this happened.” She shrugged. “Pisses me off every time though. I was really hoping for the tip,” she finished with a sigh. She glanced down at her watch quickly. “I have twenty minutes until my next client. How about we take a walk? I could use the fresh air.”

He nodded and followed her out the back door. She didn’t realize she was walking so fast until Dean took her hand and slowed her down a little.

“I know you say it happens all the time, but I’m here if you want to talk,” he told her.

She stopped and, after taking a long deep breath, she motioned towards a bench. They sat in the shade and she blurted out, “Why is it that the men with the smallest dicks have the balls to show it off?”

After about two seconds, he burst out laughing. “That is not what I thought you were going to say.”

She smiled. “Honest, I’m good. It pisses me off and then I get a hit of adrenaline that I have to work off.”