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First, her parents, because their forty-foot luxury liner on wheels brought all campground activity to a screeching halt until it was docked. Leo Kowalski refused to let anybody else drive the baby his son had bought him, so Terry’s main purpose was keeping her impatient brothers on a tight leash while Dad executed a precision eighty-point turn to back it in to their site.

Then came landing pads, leveling and sewer pipes. Water hoses and electrical connections. They had the routine pretty much down by this point, but heaven forbid Leo and Mary Kowalski not have drama.

“That seem level to you, Mary?” One thing about their parents, they were
loud
.

“I’m inside, Leo! How would I know?”

“Are you listing to the left?”

Next came her middle brother Mike and his family, who needed three adjoining sites for their sprawl. The first site held their RV—a much smaller one than their parents’—in which Mike, Lisa and their two youngest boys slept. The site also held a multi-burnered barbecue grill-slash-cooking center so massive it took all three brothers plus the oldest of Mike’s sons to lift it out of the trailer.

The second site held the pop-up camper they pulled behind the RV and in which their two older boys slept. It was also here Lisa erected the complex and extensive network of clothesline strung from tree to tree until it was large enough to contain their family’s wet clothes.

The third site would contain a large screenhouse and a series of tarps which served to guarantee that, no matter how hard it rained, Lisa would not be confined in her RV with her four rambunctious boys.

The youngest of the Kowalski siblings, Kevin, was the easiest to get set up. Since his divorce, he required only a small tent, a hibachi and the largest cooler money could buy. He claimed to be a camping purist, but Terry knew he didn’t see any point in going whole-hog when his parents were four sites over in a half-million-dollar home away from home.

Joe always rented one of the campground’s cabins so he could bring his laptop and have relative comfort and privacy to write, and normally Terry would help him unload his SUV. But she didn’t happen to be speaking to her twin brother just now, so she sent her nephews in her place.

The havoc the four boys would wreak on his cabin would be just the beginning of the payback Joe Kowalski would suffer.

The minute she’d heard her brother’s voice on the other end of the line telling her they might need another jar of peanut butter after all, Terry knew what the dumb son of a bitch had gone and done.

As if the Kowalski family
vacation
wasn’t hectic enough, he’d thrown Keri Daniels into the mix. Even worse, the rest of the family threw in behind Joe. Their parents were thrilled. Mike and Lisa couldn’t spare the energy to care one way or the other, and Kevin? Terry knew Kevin well enough to know he was going to weasel his way into Keri’s pants if he could, or at least use her to needle his big brother if he couldn’t.

Of course, none of
them
had a twelve-year-old daughter who hated camping, hated being disconnected from IM for more than a single hour and—most of all—hated the fact her parents were separated. And of course she couldn’t understand why her Uncle Joe’s ex-girlfriend was invited, but not her dad, who technically wasn’t even an ex yet.

The same twelve-year-old daughter who was at that very moment sitting in a lounge chair, sipping Coke in front of their still closed RV. Terry’s brothers had helped her get it backed in and they’d leveled it and done the sewer and water hook-ups before she shooed them away. She and Steph had to get used to doing things for themselves now that there was no man around the house.

Unfortunately, getting her daughter to do anything at all was a challenge in itself. “Stephanie, I asked you to at least get it plugged in and open the windows.”

“Dad always does that part.”

“Dad’s not here. And you always helped him, so I know you know how to do it.”

Eye roll. “Why couldn’t I stay with him?”

Terry took a deep breath, reminding herself for the umpteenth time it was about who had Internet access for the next two weeks and not which parent Stephanie loved most. “Because his apartment isn’t big enough and you’re too old to share his damn futon with him.”

“When is Uncle Joe’s old girlfriend supposed to get here?”

“I don’t know, Steph. Let’s just get set up so we can—”

“I think that’s her.”

Terry turned, then muttered a word she tried, as a rule, not to say in front of her daughter.

Of course that was her. God forbid Keri Daniels should ever gain a pound or twenty or have visible roots, dammit. No, she was still thin, still gorgeous, and—unlike Terry’s—none of her body parts appeared to be migrating south.

Keri was staring in horror at the trailers littering the common area, waiting for the campers and trucks that had hauled them to be situated before they were unloaded. On the trailers sat twelve four-wheelers of various sizes and colors, one of them brand-spanking-new.

Keri turned, making eye contact with Terry for the first time in decades. “What the hell are those?”

“They’re four-wheelers. My dad took us riding when we were ten, or did you forget that, too?”

Keri’s crimson lips pursed in disgust. “Oh, for heaven’s sake. Joe must have more money than God. You people couldn’t take a cruise or something?”

“Us people like four-wheeling. Besides, nothing brings a family together like a post-ride tick check.”

“Tick check?” Terry had the satisfaction of seeing her best friend-turned-nemesis turn pale under her expertly-applied blush. “
Tick check?
I can’t do this.”

“Steph, let your uncle know Keri Daniels has arrived.”

“Uncle Joe, you’re girlfriend’s here!” the girl bellowed in the direction of the cabins.

“If I wanted it screamed across the campground, Stephanie Porter, I could have done it myself.”

But in reality, she didn’t feel like yelling. She felt a lot more like rolling on the grass laughing her ass off.

Miss Perfect looked like she’d just taken a flying leap into a steaming pile of cow manure, and Terry had to think the next two weeks might not be so bad after all. Payback was indeed a bitch.

“Damn, babe, don’t go squashing all my hopes on the first day.” It was Keri who felt like an idiot, but Joe who was grinning like one. “I see you found Terry.”

“I’m not riding one of those.” She pointed at the trailers of ATVs.

“See that shiny new red one? That’s yours, babe. And don’t tell me you forgot the rules already.”

As if she could. The Rules had been hand-delivered to her parents’ house before she’d even gotten out of bed that morning.

(1) Only “official” answers to “official” questions may be published in Spotlight.

(2) Any mention of where we go, what we do, or any other family member but me will result in the best legal team money can buy raining all over you and your magazine like a Georgia thunderstorm.

(3) For every full day you spend with the Kowalski family, you can ask one question.

(4) For each answer I give, I get to ask you one question. Failure to answer forfeits your next question.

(5) Disclosure of any information other than the official interview questions and answers to Tina Deschanel, especially the attached MapQuest directions to your destination, will result in a horror show you don’t want any part of. Trust me.

(6) Refusal to participate in any Kowalski family activity will result in no interview. (Unless it involves Kevin and nudity, which, with him, may or may not include sex.)

Keri didn’t intend to get naked with
any
of the Kowalskis. No tick checks. No sex. No skinny dipping. Her swimsuit was a one-piece. And pajamas were
not
optional.

That last thought stuck in her head and she looked at the row of campers and tents with a rising sense of alarm. “Where will I be sleeping?”

Joe was still grinning, though Terry had wandered away to help the girl who must be her daughter hook up their camper. “Cabin, around the corner.”

“A cabin?” That didn’t sound too bad. “You mean like with walls and a door and a bed?”

“And electrical outlets, even.”

Keri snorted. “Those will come in handy for all those electronic devices you made me leave at home.”

“Pull your car around and maybe we can get you settled in before the rest of the family finds out you’re here. They all walked down to the store to visit the campground owners and buy wood for campfires.”

Keri drove her compact rental up the narrow dirt lane and pulled in at the first cabin, parking in the shadow of Joe’s massive SUV. The cabin was small, but looked sound enough, and it even had a nice little porch.

At Joe’s gesture, she opened the door and stepped inside. It seemed even smaller on the inside, but it had ceiling fans and a gas fireplace, and a dinette set. Along the back were a double bed and a set of bunk beds. A cheery braided rug covered the hardwood floor.

And Joe’s stuff was strewn across every surface but the bottom bunk. “What is this?”

“Our cabin. You get stuck with the bunk bed because I’m the famous author.”

“You’re the famous
freakin’ insane
author if you think I’m sharing a cabin with you.”

“The others are booked for the coming weekend. You can go home if you want, of course. I’m sure your boss would understand.”

“Or you can sleep in my tent.”

Keri whirled around at the sound of a second male voice. The man was incredibly tall, incredibly built, and… “Oh my God, Kevin? What the hell have they been feeding you?”

“Virgins and Budweiser, three times a day. You look great, Keri. It’s been a long time.”

She tried to remember how much younger Kevin was than her, Joe and Terry. Six years? Something like that. He’d been gangly and acne-prone the last time she’d seen him. He certainly wasn’t anymore.

“
You
barely fit in your tent,” Joe told him before Keri could think up a response, “never mind a woman, too.”

“She could sleep on top of me.”

“Get out,” Joe said while Keri laughed. “Go grab Keri’s bags out of the car before you go, though.”

Kevin sighed and cast a mournful glance at Keri. “The curse of being the only Kowalski son with any muscles.”

He disappeared and Keri took a moment to try to calm herself. It didn’t work. Even after almost twenty years in California, she still hadn’t found her center, chi, Zen or whatever the hell it was she was supposed to find.

On the one hand she had living with Joe Kowalski for fourteen days. On the other, she had a career in the toilet and her living in some sublet fleabag apartment.

Then it occurred to her to wonder if pajamas were optional for Joe, too, and she had to find the switch for the ceiling fans and flip them on. It was awfully hot all of a sudden. And she wasn’t sure whether a pajama-free Joe went in the pro or the con column, which
really
played hell on her Zen.

Kevin returned, setting her bags inside the door. “I intercepted the mob and turned them back. I’d say you’ve got fifteen minutes max before they come looking again.”

Then he was gone. Keri took another useless deep breath and tried to brace herself for the minutes/days/weeks ahead. It wasn’t working.

“This is so unprofessional of you,” she accused Joe, who was making a big show of plumping his pillow and testing his comfortable-looking mattress.

“Right, because expecting me to expose my private life to the masses because we had sex twenty years ago is the epitome of professionalism.”

Keri walked over to test her own mattress. It was what it looked like—a slab of foam on a sheet of plywood laid over 2x4 supports. Lovely. “I wouldn’t do this if I had a choice, but my career means everything to me.”

“No, babe, your career
is
everything to you. And we’re going to remind you success doesn’t equal bylines and bottom lines.”

He wasn’t smiling, so she wondered if he actually believed the tripe he was spewing. “So you’re doing this for my own good? To save the shallow princess from her gleaming ivory tower?”

Now the dimples made an appearance. “As the good and pure-hearted prince the shallow princess stomped all over on her way up the ivory steps, I just want to see you get mud in your hair.”

“So it’s all just a grand scheme to humiliate me.” She stood, intent on getting to her car. “You probably never intended to answer my damn questions at all.”

Keri didn’t get far before Joe spun her around so she ended up, as luck would have it, with her back against the footboards of the bunk bed. When he tucked one leg between hers and rested a hand on either side of her head, her traitorous body immediately recognized
the locker position
and relaxed. She even had to curl her hands into fists to keep from tucking her fingers into the front pockets of his jeans.

They’d spent every spare moment at school in just this position—her resting her back against her locker with Joe leaning over her. Inevitably a teacher would come along and bark at them. “Daniels and Kowalski, I want to see daylight between you two!”

There wasn’t much daylight between them right now. And there weren’t any teachers coming, either, though odds were good his family would at some point. What she didn’t know is if they’d be horrified or encourage him.

“I didn’t bring you here to humiliate you, babe.”

Keri wished he’d quit calling her that, but she couldn’t make him stop without drawing attention to the fact it bothered her. “Then why am I here? You could have flat out said no, or you could have scheduled the interview for two weeks out.”

“But then I wouldn’t get to spend the time with you.”

How had she not drowned in those eyes back in high school? It was hard to focus on the words coming out of his mouth when he looked at her like that. “It’s been almost twenty years, Joe.”

“Exactly. You weren’t just my girlfriend, you know. You were my best friend, and I want to catch up. Oprah would say I need closure.”

“Like you watch Oprah.” Keri’s fingers were practically itching now to tuck themselves into his front pockets, so she shoved them into her own.

“My niece does, and I’m sure if I asked her, she’d tell you that’s what Oprah would say.”

“I think it’s about ten percent closure and ninety percent payback.”

Joe grinned. “Seventy-thirty.”

“Thirty-seventy.”

He leaned in closer, and Keri had no room to back up. A billion thoughts seemed to fly through her head, but only two stuck. Was he going to kiss her? And why, after all these years and a few significant—albeit doomed—relationships, did she care?

It had to be nostalgia. They said a girl never forgot her first, after all. She’d had more than one dream set in the backseat of a 1978 Granada. But this was too much.

A brief flash lit up the cabin, and Joe swore so softly only somebody practically pressed up against him would hear it.

“Say cheese!”

“That would be Bobby,” Joe told her before stepping away—much to her surprising dismay. Had he really meant to kiss her? “He used his allowance to buy a package of disposable cameras for the trip.”

“I thought we couldn’t have cameras.”

“No, babe,
you
can’t have a camera.
We
have cameras—disposable, film, digital, video, digital video, you name it. Hell, there’s a good chance Ma’s still got her old 110 in the bottom of her purse.”

Keri looked at the little boy giving her a grin that would probably be as potent as his uncle’s when he got older. “Hi, Bobby. Aren’t I supposed to say cheese
before
you take the picture?”

“When I do it that way, people hide their faces, so I like it to be a surprise.”

She smiled, but she was wondering how surprised Bobby’s mother would be to find a picture of Joe pinning her against the bunk bed come up in her son’s vacation pictures.

“Grammy sent me to tell you to stop hiding and get the machines unloaded so the trailers can go in the parking area. And she said Miss Keri better go say hello right now or Uncle Kevin gets her s’mores.”