Secrets & Seductions by Pamela Toth Page A

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    Even his expression appeared more relaxed as his sapphire eyes gleamed with humor. A dimple winked in one dark cheek.
    Suddenly Emma recalled Ivy’s comment. What if…you end up falling for him? That hadn’t seemed like much of a threat, but now that he’d morphed into Personality Guy, she’d have to watch it.
    The line moved forward as two young girls came out of the rest room. When they saw Morgan, they both blushed and started to giggle. One of them, who appeared to be about twelve, puffed out her flat chest, threw back her head and gave Morgan a look that could only be described as flirtatious.
    His return smile was nearly paternal.
    After the girls had walked back up the path, his gaze slid to Emma’s. A muscle jumped in his cheek.
    â€œSome of these kids will do just about anything for attention,” he muttered sadly. “It should make for an interesting session.”
    She didn’t want to know that he was compassionate and understanding, she thought sourly as shetraipsed after four of the younger girls to the picnic tables a few minutes later. It was far easier to see Morgan as a stuffy and unbending jerk.
    Right now the jerk was handing out cups of juice to go with the sack lunches each of their charges was opening. He must have said something funny, because a few of the kids laughed. Heidi was grinning, and her husband slapped Morgan’s shoulder.
    Silently Emma agreed with him that it was going to be an interesting couple of weeks—but for different reasons than he thought.
    â€œHow are you doing so far?” Derrick asked, handing her a sack lunch. He was one of those ordinary-looking guys whose face lit up when he smiled. So far he’d smiled a lot.
    â€œFine, thanks,” Emma replied. She noticed that instead of claiming their own table, the adults were all sitting with the kids.
    â€œMind if I sit next to you?” she asked a little girl who seemed to be alone. “I’m Emma.”
    The child looked up at her through glasses with thick lenses. A corner of the frame had been mended with tape, and a pink birthmark marred her cheek.
    â€œSure,” she said with a shy smile as she slid over to make room. “My name is Emily.”
    Morgan handed each of them a cup of apple juice. He leaned down and winked at Emily.
    â€œKeep an eye on her,” he whispered, indicatingEmma with his thumb. “She looks like the type who would grab your sandwich when you’re not looking.”
    Emily giggled as she studied Emma. “I think she’s pretty.”
    â€œSo do I,” Morgan whispered loudly, eliciting more giggles from Emily and a blush from Emma.
    Between bites of the PB&J sandwich, Emma managed to introduce Emily to another girl who was sitting across from them. Petie jabbered like a magpie, but by the time she and Emily had finished their carrot sticks and cookies, a friendship was beginning to form. Emma hoped she wouldn’t drop Emily as soon as she found other friends.
    â€œThat was nicely done,” Morgan commented as Emma helped to make sure everyone took their trash to the receptacles.
    â€œI do have a little experience with kids,” she reminded him. “Grade school’s my specialty.”
    Did the man miss nothing? He hadn’t even been seated at their table. “Do you have eyes in the back of your head?” she couldn’t resist asking him.
    Again his dimple flashed when he grinned. “That’s what some of the kids think,” he drawled, “but I’ll never tell.”
    â€œMorgan!” shouted the man driving the bus, jabbing a finger at his watch. “Time to head out.”
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    Upon arrival at Camp Baxter, Emma helped out wherever she was needed, which seemed to be everywhere at once. Despite the obvious organization, there was a lot to accomplish before dark.
    Assignment sheets and daily schedules were passed out to the staff. After the kids were divided among