Lacey Carmichael?” Lacey spun around on the weathered dock of Camp Hope, hand shielding her eyes from the sunlight to focus on the tall cowboy at the top of the hill. Her lips instantly curved in a smile brimming with affection at the sight of the camp’s seasoned cowboy and all-around coach/handyman, Will Hogan. Nudging his Stetson up, he meandered down the rolling lawn dotted with wildflower gardens and oaks older than the Civil War that once raged all around. She waved a hand, her grin as wide as Will’s. “Why, Will Hogan,” she called, hand to mouth, “I thought you’d be long gone by now, rustling cattle on that dream ranch of yours in Wyoming.” His hearty chuckle carried down the lawn and across the freshwater lake where cheers and shrieks sounded behind her from a noisy canoe race on Blue Heron Lake. “What can I say—that woman refuses to let me go,” he groused. His good-natured teasing lured a chuckle to Lacey’s lips over the longstanding head-—and heart-—butting relationship between Will and Miss Myra Lee.
