Camp Tremont

City-girl, Lorrie, has landed a job as the lifeguard at an overnight camp. At Camp Tremont, she must master the intricacies of living in the country and surviving the tangles of a toxic summer romance...

“I think you’ve got a little water worm on your foot.”

She was smiling.

“What?” I asked, and when I looked down I saw an enormous black leech stuck to my pinky toe. I screamed and began flailing my foot around. Talia laughed at me in the same way that I’d laugh at someone who was afraid of riding the subway.

“How—how do I get it OFF?” I thrashed my foot around.

The boy walked towards me from the beach. I felt like it took him forever to get out to the dock.

“Sit down,” he said.

He was taller than me, and severely good looking. Too good looking. He ran his fingers through his floppy brown hair and thought for a minute.

I sat down, still shaking my foot in the air. The red underbelly of the leech swung around in circles. He placed a strong hand on my calf and used two fingers to push the leech down and off my baby toe. The little monster plopped back into the pond with a full belly.

“You’re going to need a salt bucket down here,” he said.

Like an idiot, I just stared into his handsome dark eyes; they were green and gold and perfect. He let go of my calf. I became distinctly aware of my paint spattered clothes and the sweat that dripped from my nose and chest.

“Have you been doing this whole dock with just a brush?” Talia called out from the beach.

I nodded my head in affirmation but I was still staring open mouthed at my gorgeous savior. God, I sort of hated him.

“Why don’t you go get some rollers or something? Theo, you’ve got rollers somewhere, don’t you?”

“Yeah, there’s some in the tool shed,” my guy said. He took one last look at the spot where the leech had clung to my foot and got to his feet.