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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Epilogue

  Scars of the Past: Chapter One

  Summer by the Lake

  A Camp Holcomb Novel

  Written by Kay Gordon

  Summer by the Lake

  Written & Published by Kay Gordon

  Copyright © 2017 by Kay Gordon

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Cover Illustration and Design Copyright © 2017 by RO3D

  Warning: This book contains adult sexual content and adult situations. It is not intended for readers under 18 years old.

  Dedication

  There is no perfect family, perfect relationship, or perfect friendship. But when there’s love, honest to goodness love, perfection isn’t needed.

  Remember that.

  Table of Contents

  Summer by the Lake

  Dedication

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  Also by Kay Gordon

  Sneak Peek

  Scars of the Past: Chapter One

  About the Author

  Chapter One

  The second the plane stopped moving, the sound of a hundred seatbelts being unlatched could be heard all around me. I followed suit, letting my seatbelt drop as I attempted to stretch my stiff neck. The flight had only been about five hours but I’d slept the last hour in the most uncomfortable position while trying not to drop my head onto the shoulders next to me. I hated middle seats. That’s what I got for waiting until the last minute to book my flight.

  I watched as people deplaned slowly and the woman next to me finally stood, pulling her bag out of the bin before she walked towards the exit. I tugged my backpack out from the seat in front of me and stood up, following her down the narrow aisle. I smiled and thanked the attendants who stood at the cockpit before stepping onto the jet bridge. The muggy air seeped inside the small hallway, a downside to the humid environment, and I had sweat beading on my forehead by the time I made it inside the airport.

  I followed the massive crowds in the direction of the baggage claim but stopped to duck into the restroom. After I came out of the bathroom stall, I washed my hands and looked at myself in the mirror. My reflection looked tired, which wasn’t a surprise since I had been at the airport at five that morning. My light brown eyes were droopy and my mocha-colored hair was pulled into a messy ponytail. The green t-shirt boasting some band’s name was wrinkled and my jean shorts were sticking to my thighs in the damp air. Despite my tired appearance, though, excitement shone through and I could hardly wait to get on the bus to Holcomb Lake.

  By the time I made it to the carousel, the alarm was going off to alert people to the incoming luggage. I stood back and watched different bags move through on the belts, my fingers toying with the charm on my necklace as I did. People spoke to each other as they grabbed bag after bag and I watched a young boy cry when his mom wouldn’t let him pull the big suitcase they’d just retrieved. Next to them, a man tried to handle three suitcases at once, arguing with his very pregnant wife that she couldn’t carry any of them.

  I finally spotted my huge suitcase, made visible by the electric blue ribbon I’d wrapped the handle with, and grabbed it from the belt. I spotted my second piece of luggage and reached for the duffel bag at the same time another hand did. As my fingers clasped around it, I expected the other person to retreat, but they just gripped the bag, too.

  “Excuse me,” I said quietly as I tugged gently on the bag. I let my eyes run from the hand up the arm decorated in colorful tattoos, each one more detailed than the other. I had to force myself to keep moving my gaze to the face of the stranger in front of me and a smile flit to my mouth as I took him all in. His full lips were curled into a small grin and his turquoise eyes sparkled as he looked at me.

  “You’re excused.” His voice was deep, smooth, and almost distracted me from the fact that he hadn’t let go of my bag. In fact, he tugged on it instead.

  I pulled back and shook my head. “Can I have my bag?”

  He cocked an eyebrow at me and his grin widened. He brought his free hand up to dislodge the blue Los Angeles Dodgers hat on his head slightly, showing off an unruly mess of brown hair before he readjusted it. “This is my bag.”

  “Um. No.” I tugged on the black duffel again, harder this time. “I don’t think so.”

  “Then you think wrong.” His grip didn’t slacken but his grin faded a bit when he realized I wasn’t kidding. “Honey, I don’t blame you for wanting into my pants but can I recommend we do it in a less literal way?”

  I frowned and let go of the duffel bag so I could put my hands on my hips. I gave him the most scathing glare I could muster as I narrowed my eyes. “Are you kidding me right now?”

  Dropping the bag in front of him, he crouched and grabbed the zippe
r. He pulled it down, reached in, and produced a pair of folded jeans. He stood to his full height, which was a good four inches taller than my five-eight, and held the jeans in front of him for me to see.

  They were men’s jeans, worn and faded with a hole in the knee.

  I felt a blush creep along my face as I brought my eyes to meet his twinkling ones and I noticed that his grin was wide again. I glanced back at his bag before looking over my shoulder at the conveyor belt that had stopped moving. Sure enough, a duffel bag that looked similar to the one in front of me sat on the immobile belt. Blue ribbon, like what was tied to my suitcase, adorned the handle so I could easily recognize it. Something the bag I’d played tug-of-war for had lacked.

  “Shit. I’m sorry,” I said quietly as I looked back to the guy in front of me. “I guess our bags are alike.”

  He bent over to put the jeans away and closed the zipper before bringing the duffel over his shoulder effortlessly. He waggled his eyebrows at me for a second. “There’s an easier way to get into my pants, just so you know. I’d love to show you sometime.”

  “Oh, my god,” I replied with a scoff as I rolled my eyes. I quickly turned and grabbed my bag off the belt before extending the handle of my suitcase. I twisted back to look at him and shook my head with a patronizing glower. “Hard pass.”

  I caught his wink and heard his low chuckle as I whirled around and stomped towards the shuttle area, not bothering to turn back to glance at him.

  I pushed the obnoxious stranger out of my mind as I stepped through the sliding glass doors and out onto the sidewalk of the airport. I looked around, trying to find the shuttle I needed amongst the airport and hotel buses, and my eyes finally landed on the white shuttle van that read “Camp Holcomb” on the side. Excited butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I walked towards it quickly, a smile stretching along my cheeks as I got closer. A familiar couple stood next to it, the woman fussing with the collar of a man’s polo shirt.

  “May. Howard.”

  They turned and matching smiles lit up their faces almost instantly. It was May who reached out first and put her arms around me, forcing me to drop the handle to my suitcase and my duffel bag.

  “Shaylee,” she said affectionately as she squeezed me tight. “Oh, it’s good to see you, baby girl.”

  May smelled like pine trees and cookies- two smells that brought back memories of summers as a child. Suddenly, I was eight again, homesick and being comforted by May Holcomb.

  When she let up her grip around me, May pulled back and placed both hands on my cheeks as she inspected me. Her warm brown eyes that once matched her short, now greying, hair moved quickly before meeting my own.

  “We can’t go this long without seeing you again. You’re all grown up. When did that happen?”

  I grinned beneath my mashed cheeks and shrugged. “I don’t feel too grown up sometimes.”

  “Quit hogging her, May,” Howard said to the left and his strong arms wrapped around me as soon as May had released my cheeks. “I’m glad to have you back in Maine, Shaylee.”

  Howard and May Holcomb were the owners of Camp Holcomb, a summer sleep away camp outside of Harrelsburg, Maine. The same sleep-away camp I had been sent to, unwillingly, at the age of eight with my older sister. After that summer, I’d happily come back every year for eight weeks until my last one when I’d turned sixteen.

  Since that summer, I hadn’t been back to Maine to visit once despite having a close relationship with the Holcomb family. They ran the camp very hands-on but our families were close outside of that. May and my mother had grown up together and were more like sisters than friends. May and Howard might not have been blood but they were my aunt and uncle in every way that mattered.

  The last time I’d seen them was two years before when they had come to Arizona for a visit. They’d come out to see us many times since I left Maine five years before and I spoke to May on the phone often. They had been trying to get me to come back since the moment I turned eighteen but it had never worked with my school schedule up until that point.

  I’d finally found time to accept the counselor job for the summer, though. Arizona State University allowed us to do a five week internship in lieu of three elective credits in the Family and Human Development program. When I’d approached my advisor to get ready for my senior year, she’d mentioned traveling for some of the remaining credits I’d needed. Camp Holcomb had immediately come to mind and she had petitioned for me to do six credits in eight weeks instead. May and Howard had said ‘yes’ the second I asked and here I finally was.

  Howard released me and gave me a quick once over. He nodded in satisfaction before reaching down to grab my big suitcase. “I see you’re still packing for a full year, huh?”

  I shrugged and gave him a wry smile. “A girl’s gotta have her things.” I moved to grab my duffel bag when a hand beat me there and gripped it first. My eyes darted upward before scowling for the second time since my plane had landed.

  “Are you kidding me right now?”

  The guy from earlier, with that grin still on his smug face, slung my bag over his shoulder and shrugged. “You grabbed mine. It’s only fair that I grab yours, right?” Another wink.

  I opened my mouth to retort when Howard spoke behind me.

  “Drew. Son. Good to see you.”

  I watched as Howard came forward and embraced the guy, apparently named Drew, tightly. I didn’t move as I stared, my mouth hanging open as the cocky jerk hugged my pseudo-uncle. When they finally pulled apart, they spoke quietly and I forced myself to turn to where May was shifting the luggage that was in the back of the van.

  “Who’s that?” I asked quietly as soon as I knew she could hear me. May looked over at Drew before glancing to me.

  “Him? That’s Drew Moore. I’m surprised you don’t remember him. He was here a few of the same years that you were. He’s been a counselor for the past three years.”

  I groaned and helped May turn my luggage so it was sideways. “Great. It’s going to be a fun nine weeks.”

  “It sure is, sweetheart,” Drew said from behind as he dropped my duffel bag into the van. He grinned as he loaded his own bags before turning to me. “Lots of opportunity to get to know each other.”

  “Fantastic,” I muttered under my breath before walking around to the side of the van. Howard was greeting another girl and he gestured me forward.

  “Shaylee, come meet Hannah.”

  I stepped forward and shook hands with the girl who looked to be about the same age as me. All of Camp Holcomb’s counselors would be college students who were there working for credit like I was. None of the counselor positions were actually paid.

  The newcomer’s hair was platinum blonde and fell past her shoulders, with hot pink on the ends. It was straight and shiny- something mine would never be in the humidity. The smile on her face was genuine and she reminded me of my best friend from home. I liked her instantly.

  “Hey. It’s nice to meet you.”

  Hannah nodded and adjusted the bag on her shoulder as she dropped my hand. “You too, Shaylee. Howard told me that you used to come to Camp Holcomb.”

  I gave Hannah my basic backstory as we climbed into the backseat of the van. We chatted for a few minutes and I learned that Hannah had never been to summer camp in her life. Her little sister wanted to go to camp, though, and Hannah had agreed to be a counselor to make her sister feel better about going. Hannah was twenty-one, like myself, and from Florida. Her little sister was flying up in a few days when all of the other campers would arrive.

  After about fifteen minutes, we’d gained one more girl and another guy. Once the luggage was loaded and the new girl, Joanne, was in the backseat with Hannah and me, Drew and Jordan sat in the middle seat while May and Howard took the front. As we pulled out of the airport, the van buzzed with conversation. I stared out the window for a minute and let the happiness wash over me. I was finally home and I just hoped that the n
ext nine weeks would move by slowly so I could soak it all in.

  I peeled my eyes from the passing scenery and chanced a glance to Drew’s profile. He was talking to Jordan about something I couldn’t hear so I took the opportunity to inspect him while he was distracted. His jaw was covered with a short, neatly trimmed beard that matched the hair peeking out from under his cap and his shoulders were muscular, as if he did physical work for a living. My gaze moved back up to his face and his lips were turned into a smirk. His turquoise eyes met mine and he raised his eyebrows slightly in arrogance. I rolled my eyes before turning away to look back out the window.

  I was suddenly very glad that the cabins for the boys and girls were on opposite sides of the camp. Being around Drew was obnoxious and I knew that he’d turn my carefree summer upside down.

  Chapter Two

  It was well past lunchtime by the time we drove under the gate that boasted the sign “Camp Holcomb: Come to play. Come to learn. Come to be.”

  The trees were thick, blocking my view of the lake, but I knew it was there. The lake wasn’t big by any means, only a little more than twelve feet down in its deepest parts, but it was the color of blue that you saw in movies. The Holcomb’s home sat on the opposite side of the lake from the main camp, overlooking the water and the entire campus. On one side of their home were the three staff bunks and on the other side was the facility management building. The lake separating the their home and the camp was only about the length of two football fields, but even though the lake wasn’t very wide, it’s length was at least ten times the width.

  Holcomb Lake had been in Howard’s family for years, and it wasn’t until he inherited it that he and May turned it into a sleep-away camp. It had been one of the highest rated camps in the country for the past twenty years and always had a long waiting list for the summer. There were eighty spots for girls and eighty for boys, each broken down in groups of ten depending on grade level, starting from third and ending after tenth grade. I’d been amazed at how big and crowded camp had seemed when I was younger, but now I realized that most things looked big to an eight-year-old.