Free The Truth About Tara by Darlene Gardner

to offset some of the costs. We’re starting small this year with the ten campers, but my plan is to keep growing. We might even make next year’s camp residential.”
    “I’m impressed,” she said. “You can’t have lived here very long or we’d have run into each other.”
    “About six months,” he said. “I’ve been homeschooling Susie, so haven’t met a lot of people yet. We moved from Baltimore when my grandmother had a heart attack. She was running a bed-and-breakfast. Maybe you know it? The Bay Breeze?”
    “That sounds familiar,” Carrie said. “It’s a two-story house on the water, right? Not far from the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel?”
    “Right,” he said. “My parents moved back to Argentina a few years ago. Dad couldn’t get away, so it made the most sense for me to help Grandma run the place until she got better, even though I had to quit my teaching job in Baltimore. Except she never made it out of the hospital.”
    Carrie’s heart twisted and she laid her hand on his. “I’m sorry.”
    “Me, too. She was a great lady.”
    “Will you and your wife keep the B and B going?” she asked, realizing she was fishing around for his marital status. His daughter, Susie, was a camper, but thus far he hadn’t mentioned a wife.
    “I’m divorced,” he said. “And no. I’ve got a special ed job lined up for the fall. I closed the Bay Breeze to guests after my grandma died. I’m putting it on the market once I find another place for Susie and me to live. The place needs too much—how can I put it?—TLC.”
    “If you’re in charge of a camp like this, you must be awfully good at TLC,” she pointed out.
    He looked down at the table, where her hand still rested on his, and lifted his green eyes. “Thank you.”
    She drew her hand back quickly, breaking the contact. Oh, no. Now she’d gone and done it. When she broached the subject of Danny’s tuition, he could get the wrong idea.
    “I wasn’t flirting with you,” she blurted out.
    “You weren’t?” He actually looked disappointed. “You’re not married, are you?”
    She swallowed the lump in her throat. “Widowed.”
    “I’m sorry,” he said.
    “Me, too.” She sensed he was about to ask her questions she’d rather not answer and cast around for something else to say. “Besides, you’re way too young for the likes of me.”
    “I doubt that,” he said. “I’m forty-seven.”
    She usually wouldn’t reveal her true age unless threatened at gunpoint, but she was trying to make a point. “I’ll have you know I’m fifty-four.”
    “You don’t look it.” His accented words seemed to glide over her skin. She should be gracious and thank him. Surely she’d blush if she did, though.
    “Believe it,” she said. “You’re the first person I haven’t lied to about my age in years.”
    He threw back his head and laughed, revealing even teeth that looked very white against his tanned skin.
    “Is Susie your only child?” she asked, partly because she wanted to know, but mostly to change the subject.
    “Yes,” he said. “How about you? Do you have other children besides Tara and Danny?”
    Carrie didn’t pause before answering. “Another daughter. We call her Sunny because she’s happy all the time.”
    “Cute,” Gustavo said.
    Carrie didn’t care to examine why she talked about Sunny as though she were alive. She was about to explain that Danny was her foster child when Susie Miller came running into the office, her face split in a wide smile.
    “Daddy!” Susie cried. If she hadn’t made sure the entire camp knew she was eleven, Carrie never would have guessed her age. She was short and on the stocky side, with a round, flat face that was always smiling. In her fine, straight brownish-blond hair, she wore a pink bow. “Look what I found!”
    Her hands were cradled together. She opened them and a spider with eight spindly legs jumped out on the table. Carrie took an involuntary step backward. It was a daddy