Almost Perfect

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'I think we have everything under control.' A group of shrieking girls ran past them. 'Sort of.' Laughing, Carol turned to answer a question from one of the newly arrived counselors.

Maddy looked around, taking it all in. Mama had been right about young people making her feel more alive. Maybe the summer wouldn't be so bad now that the kids were here. As a side benefit, she barely had time to think about Joe, or the way his behavior had shifted subtly the night before. Dur-ing the welcome cookout for the counselors, he'd started watching her. Perhaps with so many people around, he didn't think she'd notice, but several times she'd turned around and caught him staring at her with an intensity that had her nerves on edge.

Of course, the coordinators saw him watching her and exchanged a few looks of their own, which was not what she needed.

'Here comes another bus,' Carol said. The counselor she'd been talking to headed off to greet it as Carol turned back to Maddy. 'Hey, will you do me a favor and let Joe know? He was up at High Mesa Lodge last I heard, chasing off a badger.'

'A badger?'

'Apparently one decided to take up residence in the bathroom and gave the counselors quite a start when they woke up this morning.'

'So that's what that screaming was at sunrise.'

'That was it.' Carol laughed. The screams had ricocheted up and down the canyon at dawn. 'Anyway, find Joe and let him know more campers are here.'

Maddy frowned since talking to Joe was on her list of things to avoid. Besides, the big yellow school bus was in full view of the entire camp. 'I'm sure he can probably see that.'

'Yes, but we, um, might need him to help us unload trunks.' With that, Carol hurried off before Maddy could point out that several able-bodied counselors were already unloading trunks.

Well, dang it. She looked around. Maybe she could find someone else to relay the message. All she saw, though, was a thundering herd of little girls charging straight for her like a band of screaming banshees. She spun around as they rushed past-and found herself face-to-face with Joe. With a shriek of her own, she jumped back.

'Sandy said you were looking for me.' His sunglasses hid his eyes, guarding his expression, but his voice didn't sound any warmer than it had for the last several days.

Deciding she'd had enough, she planted her hands on her hips. 'What, you're actually speaking to me?'

His brows snapped together over the dark lenses. 'You're the one who asked to see me.'

'No, I didn't.'

'But Sandy said-'

'I haven't spoken to Sandy since breakfast. Although Carol did ask me to tell you another bus is here.'

He looked over her head. 'I see that.'

'Apparently she wanted you standing by in case they needed help unloading.'

'Carol asked you to tell me that?'

'Yes.'

'And that's the only reason you were looking for me?'

'Yes,' she snapped irritably. 'So you can relax.'

'Relax?' The line between his brows grew deeper.

'Look, I just-' She struggled for a way to clear the air between them. This constant tension was killing her. Before she could say anything, Carol blew a whistle, reminding Maddy where she was. Looking around, she had to laugh to herself. 'Never mind. This isn't the time or place.'

'For?' he asked blandly.

She narrowed her eyes, trying to see past the blasted shades. His body remained rigid, nearly standing at attention. She made a helpless gesture with her hands. 'Nothing. If you'll excuse me, I have work to do.' As she turned to walk away, she muttered under her breath, 'To think I was having a good day.'

'Maddy,' he called after her.

She turned back to him, waiting with no small amount of impatience. 'What?'

The muscles in his cheeks moved as if he were chewing on words. Just when she thought she would scream, he nodded and said, 'Nice shoes.'

'Excuse me?' She scowled in confusion as he turned and marched away. Nice shoes? She looked down at the Keds she wore with the khaki shorts and green golf shirt the coordinators were required to wear. They were the shoes she'd bought before leaving Austin for exactly this purpose. At the last minute, though, she couldn't bring herself to put on plain white sneakers. So she'd covered them in fabric paint, creating a whole garden of bright flowers.

Granted, they looked great, but after days of ignoring her, that's the grand total of what he had to say? Nice shoes?

She squinted at his retreating back. Okay, so what had he really been about to tell her? 'Pack your bags, you're fired'? Or 'I'm miserable too, can we please talk?'

Dread and hope played on her nerves the rest of the day. One way or another, this dance they were doing had to end. Perhaps the next time he approached her, she could try not snapping at him. If he approached her. If he didn't… she'd just have to build up the courage to approach him.

But approach him to say what? Let's be friends? Let's be lovers? Or, let's simply stop ignoring each other?

Joe was headed for trouble. He knew that with every step he took three days into summer camp as he set off for the Craft Shack to deliver a message to Maddy. He could easily have asked Carol to relay the message, but had he? No. Against all instincts for self-preservation, he was hiking up the trail himself, straight toward the woman he'd tried desperately to get out of his head and away from his heart.

The problem was, a twisted thought had wormed its way into his brain. He was going to suffer no matter what happened. It was like taking that bullet in Kabul. Time had clicked into slow motion. He'd literally seen it coming and he'd known it was going to hurt like hell. But he'd also known there wasn't a damn thing he could do other than grit his teeth and wait for the impact.

Apparently Maddy was another bullet he couldn't dodge.

So, in the last few days, he'd finally decided that, by God, if he was taking a hit, he might as well get some enjoyment out of having her around while he waited for impact. Assuming she was even interested, which was what he'd stupidly started to ask the day the kids had arrived. Thankfully, he'd chickened out at the last minute. They had some air to clear between them before he blurted out that he'd changed his mind, that he did want to get involved with her-with a desperation that left him physically aching for her day and night.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop wanting her.

As he reached the top of the trail, he heard children laughing. Normally the sound loosened something inside him. Today, however, his stomach remained cramped as he approached the building.

All the shutters had been raised, allowing the mountain breeze to drift through the classroom. He zeroed in on Maddy as she moved about the room. She wore khaki shorts, as required by the camp dress code, but the green shirt with the camp logo she'd been issued had been replaced by a paint-splattered men's dress shirt tied at the waist. So much for her staying in uniform, he thought with a wry smile.

His focus broadened enough to take in one of the cabin counselors and a couple dozen little girls. The kids looked cute as all get-out in their white camp shirts, half of them wearing red shorts for the Foxes, the other half in blue for the Bobcats. Most of them sat or knelt in chairs, diligently gluing noodles and buttons to pieces of colored paper. Two campers he remembered from the previous year chased each other about the room.

'Amanda! Kaylee!' Maddy called, her voice calm in spite of being raised. 'No running. If you're done with your pictures, you may play with the toys in the corner.'

'Teacher!' a girl he didn't recognize screeched in an octave barely audible to humans. 'Rachel tored my picture!'

'Rachel, no, no, honey.' Maddy hurried over as two girls began a tug-of-war over a piece of crum-pled paper. 'You mustn't tear other people's artwork.'

'But she scribbled on mine!' Rachel complained.