An Unexpected Family

“He’ll be fine. It’s not too deep by the swim dock. Maybe seven feet. Cam and I spent many a summer on that dock.” John nodded toward Cam.

Rose located Greg. He’d made it to the dock and was climbing up the ladder only to jump back in and repeat the process. “So, you’ve known each other a long time?”

“John’s my cousin,” Cam explained.

“Ah.” Rose saw a faint resemblance.

“Cam was a huge help earlier this month with our canoe trip and fishing the river across the bay. This guy volunteered as if his life depended on it and I appreciated the help.”

“Yeah, about that.” Cam rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m pretty much tied up cooking for Rose. This week and maybe next.”

Rose flashed him a look. That was news to her. He’d said he’d fill in a few days this week and she thought that would be it.

John looked at her and then back to Cam. “He’s a guy of many talents.”

“I’m beginning to see that,” Rose agreed.

Cam laughed, but it sounded awkward and lacked conviction. “That’s me.”

John looked at her as he slapped Cam on the shoulder, then he checked his watch. “I’ve got to round up the troops before send-off. Nice to meet you, Rose.”

“You, too.” Rose cringed when John blew a whistle for his group to gather round.

She glanced at Cam. He’d volunteered for the youth program at his church. It was for his cousin, so maybe that didn’t count. Or maybe that comment about becoming a better person was true. Cam had made a deal with God and Cam appeared to be holding up his end of the bargain.

Rose headed closer to the shoreline and waited for Greg. “Thank you for introducing us, although I’m sure I would have met your cousin in time.”

“You would have, but you’re welcome anyway. I’m going in for a quick dip. You sure you don’t want to join me?” He stripped off his T-shirt.

Rose did her best not to look at him and failed. Every inch of his exposed skin was golden brown. He looked like a man who didn’t take life seriously. A man who had no one but himself to worry about.

She stood there like an idiot, unsure what to say or do, her face probably flaming red to boot. “Ah, no. You go ahead.”

He gave her that smile. That smile that said he knew how he affected her.

She was sunk.

Greg saved the awkward moment by running toward her. “Can I go back in with Cam?”

“Come on, I’ll race you to the raft.” Cam waded in the water.

Greg beamed. “Can I?”

Rose sighed. “Go ahead. I’ll wait here.”

She plunked down in the sand, kicked off her shoes and sunk her feet into the water lapping up on shore. She wiggled her toes and stared at the luscious blue water of Maple Bay that opened into the broad expanse of Lake Michigan.

Closing her eyes, she leaned back on her hands and tipped her face toward the sun. It was hot, but nice, especially with her feet up to her ankles in water that bordered on cold. She was glad she hadn’t gone swimming. At least, that’s what she wanted to believe. Where had all the fun in her life gone?

She suddenly felt drops of water and sat up quick.

“You should come in. The water’s great.” Cam shook his head, sending more droplets raining over her as he slipped back into his T-shirt.

“It’s too cold.” Rose wiped off the water from her skin before zeroing in on her son. He was jumping off the raft with a couple of boys from the group.

“Some things never change.” Cam nodded toward where kids jumped and dove into the water only to climb back out and do it again. And again.

Rose wasn’t so sure about that but watched the activity viewed by a male lifeguard perched in a tall white chair with red lifesaving rings looped on either side. The kid had a smear of zinc on his nose and didn’t look that much older than those he watched.

“Can you swim?”

Rose glared at him. “Of course I can, but that doesn’t mean I want to wearing jeans.”

“It’ll loosen you up.” He grinned at her, completely unrepentant for tossing out such a passive insult.

“I think I’ll stay tight and dry.” Loosening up led to trouble.

“This feels like the summers I remember.” Cam grinned as he sat next to her, looking out over the water. “My brothers and I used to come here after school and swim as early as mid-May. It was a game to see who’d go in first.”

“You must have a lot of memories here.”

He nodded. “Both good and not so good. We’re the reason there’s a lifeguard on that raft. My brother Darren started a fight with a couple of the Bay Willows kids that ended in an all-out brawl when I was about Greg’s age.”