After she’d checked the supply list neatly printed and left on the desk in the waiting area against their inventory, and found the antivenom serum in the undercounter fridge in the treatment area, and checked Medline as to indications and dosages, she closed up, making a mental note to get the keys from Sarah.

The only other area she hadn’t seen much of was the cabins for the campers, and she headed up the dirt path that connected all the buildings. All the cabin doors stood open, and she climbed the porch to the first one she came to. The porch was wide enough for four canvas-backed camp chairs and a couple of small wood tables painted in jaunty red and yellow. A quick peek inside revealed a common room with an L-shaped, dark leather sectional and a pair of matching recliners that faced an open-hearth fireplace, a heavy oak table tucked into a window nook off to one side, and a door at the rear that probably went to a bathroom. A narrow staircase against one wall led to a short loft balcony and several open doors—likely the bedrooms. The furniture sat on colorful braided rugs, giving the place a cheerful air. All in all, the place had a rustic but homey kind of vibe.

“Oh good,” someone with a lilting soprano said from behind her, and Lily turned.

A lithe blonde teen wearing a tight white Lycra tank and black running shorts with white running shoes—not hiking boots, Lily noted—climbed up to the porch and continued, barely glancing at Lily, “My luggage is in the black Mercedes SUV parked in the lot. I’d like to get a shower, if you can bring it up as soon as possible.”

“Hello,” Lily said, holding back a laugh. Oh my, this was going to be an interesting summer. “I’m Lily Davenport, the camp medic. I don’t believe there’s any kind of porter or maid service. You’ll have to bring up your own things.”

The teenager snorted, not bothering to give her name. “You can’t be serious. These…rooms…are a five-minute walk from there.”

“Not quite—once you get used to the trails, there are a few shortcuts. I’ve only just arrived myself, so I’m still exploring.”

“There must be some mistake, because I don’t plan on doing…” Her voice drifted away, and her expression suggested she couldn’t even put into words the impossibility of what she was imagining.

“First time at camp?” Lily asked.

The teen shot her hip and folded her arms, regarding Lily with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. “I can’t imagine why anyone would do this once, let alone more than that. Usually, I’d spend the summer sailing.”

“What kind of boat do you sail?”

A flicker of interest, quickly extinguished, crossed her long, lean, and decidedly pretty face. “A Jeanneau Sun Fast. Why, do you know anything about sailing?”

“I’ve done a fair amount of sailing off the Hamptons. Not much long-range ocean sailing, though.”

The teen glanced toward the lake, visible through the treetops. Her expression morphed from disgust to a second of sadness. “There won’t be anything like that around here.”