The Tiger's Secret Summer

Leonie hadn’t wanted to admit it to Shan, but his imminent departure really had dumped a whole pile of extra work on her plate.

By the time she’d finished rearranging the cabin duty roster, fielding inquiries about whether his room was now up for grabs, and reassuring worried counselors that the mystery of the camp ghost really had been definitively settled for once and for all—not to mention patiently talking Don down from an anxiety spiral—the moon was high in the sky, bathing the camp in silver light.

Don’t get your hopes up, she told herself as she walked through the still, quiet campground. You already said your goodbyes. He’s probably long gone by now.

But he hadn’t. She found Shan sitting alone at the staff firepit, staring into the dying embers. It was ridiculous, but despite everything, her heart still quickened at the sight of him.