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  1. Cover Page
  2. Front Flap
  3. Title Page
  4. Acknowledgments
  5. Dedication
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Cleo placed her empty wineglass on the coffee table. “Time to go.” She turned to Dirk. “But before I leave I want to tell you something.”

“What’s that?” he asked, touching her arm softly.

“I’m an actress.”

“Really? I can tell you’re talented. I’ll bet you’ll get a break one of these days. You’d better finish that book, though.”

Cleo laughed. “Actually, I’m not writing a book. And I’ve already had my break. I was even nominated for an Academy Award this year but lost. Have you ever heard of the movie My Super Super?”

A dumbfounded Dirk shook his head. “I didn’t see the movie but my sister and my mother did. They both loved it and kept talking about the crazy super …” He paused. “Wait a minute. Are you Cleo Paradise?”

Cleo nodded. “I wanted to tell you before we spent any more time together because I don’t want you to think I was playing games. In a few days I’ll be meeting up with my best friend, Daisy, and we’ll drive back to California together. She’s working on a movie in Florida now.”

“Oh.” Dirk was quiet for a moment, then continued, “I hope that doesn’t mean I’ll never see you again.”

“Of course not.”

“I liked you from the minute I saw you. It doesn’t matter to me whether you’re Connie Long or Cleo Paradise.”

“I realize that,” Cleo said. “To some people it would make a difference.” She paused. “They would never ever get involved with an actress!”

Dirk grinned, then leaned over and kissed her. He drew back his head, looked into her eyes, and gently pushed her hair from her forehead. “You won’t get mad at me, then, if I call you Connie by accident? Because to me, you’ll always be Connie.”

Cleo smiled. “Call me Connie all the time.”

They kissed again.

“Until tomorrow.” Cleo stood. “You’ll be all right hobbling around on that foot tonight?”

“I’ll be fine. I wish I could walk you to your cabin. Take the flashlight by the door. Call me when you get inside.”

“I will,” Cleo said, not wanting to admit she was nervous about walking to the cabin alone.

“Thanks, Connie.”

Cleo laughed and leaned down for one more kiss.

The stranger outside the window seethed. Why not me, Cleo? Why not me?

78

Yes, that white SUV does belong to Connie Long.”

“Did you see Connie?” Regan asked.

“Just from the window. She was going swimming with the owner of the camp.”

“How old is she?”

“In her early twenties. Petite, light brown hair. Adorable.”

“That sounds like Cleo. Maybe she registered under the name Connie Long. Can we call her cabin?” Regan asked.

“There are no phones in the cabins. Miss Long was with the owner today. Let me call his cell phone.”