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at the huts on the hill to make sure the counselors were in their cabins before the signal for lights-out. There were no counselors to reprimand, no children to see, no parents to greet. Long gone were the clotheslines draped in beach towels and swimsuits.
    The place was abandoned. Even the open-air gymnasium looked like an eyesore. Some of the maroon siding was barely attached. The weather had likely worn the once-polished floors. Cobwebs hung from the main entrance, proving the indoor-outdoor facility hadn’t been an area of concern for the camp’s caretakers.
    He parked in front of the sidewalk leading to what was once used as the craft hut. Beyond the small shack, a rifle range had once been used as an afterhours gathering spot for the counselors interested in socializing with their peers.
    Everywhere he looked then reminded him of fond memories, summer days spent out on South Holston Lake with Rory and Brock, and later with Jordie Anne and then with Trixie.
    Maybe coming there hadn’t been the best idea.
    Shoving his hand in his pocket, he retrieved his keys and left the vehicle. He’d stay in the lakefront home his grandparents had once occupied. In the morning, he’d go down to the island and have a look around.
    The drive from Asheville took longer than usual and he was beat. He needed some rest. After a good night’s sleep, perhaps he would figure out what to do with the information Ansley had given him.
    Trixie still loved him. Maybe after she had some time away with Brock and Rory, they’d return to Asheville and Ansley would tell Trixie about his visit.
    Then, if she wanted to find him, she’d look for him. She would know where to find him.
    Twirling his keys, he set out on the path leading to the lake house. About halfway down the trail, he heard, “I was hoping you’d come here.”
    Startled, Mitch wheeled around. “Who’s there?”
    “Who’s there?” A laugh resounded. “Is that any way to greet an old cellmate?”
    “Cash?” Mitch narrowed his gaze. “Cash Whitehead, is that you?”
    “Who else would know where to find you?”
    The full moon above them provided good visibility once Cash stepped beyond the gymnasium overhang. As Cash made his way toward him, Mitch could see the broad smile across his former cellmate’s face.
    “What the hell are you doing here?” Mitch asked, wondering if he should be alarmed or merely thankful for the company.
    “I’ve been waiting on you,” Cash said, greeting him with a handshake and slap on the back. “I had just about decided to give up on you!”
    He grinned from ear to ear as he studied him intently. “Where have you been, buddy?”
    Mitch shook his head. “That’s the question of the century.”
    “I’ve been waiting on you.”
    “So you’ve said. Twice.” Mitch paused and considered why Cash might have chosen to come there. Perhaps he had nowhere else to go. “What are you doing here?”
    “I had my brother’s driver bring me out here. You told me once you’d put me to work if the two of us ever saw the light of civilization again, so here I am, hoping for a job.”
    Mitch chuckled. “As you can see, there’s not much work around here.”
    “You have a hell of an opportunity here, Colony. If you don’t make this place work for ya, you’ll never make it in the real world.”
    “I hear ya,” Mitch said, pointing to the raised ranch-style home behind him. “Have you been down to the lake house?”
    “No, but I made myself at home, as much as I could, in the barn. That loft apartment isn’t much but the electricity is on. I’ll owe you some money for utilities.”
    “How long have you been here?”
    “A couple of days,” Cash replied. “I figured if I didn’t see you, I’d leave a note and a few twenties. Thank you for your hospitality.”
    “Some host I am.”
    “My thoughts, too.” Cash slapped his back. “It sure is good to see you, friend.”
    “I’m glad you’re here,” Mitch said, pointing at the trail