You were a kook, you lived on figure eight all your life. Your parents owned a big company and worked all the time and you were in college, getting a degree in psychology and early childhood education to hopefully one day become a child life specialist.

You volunteered at the country club regularly as it was basically your second home at this point. You volunteered at the kids club area, helping keep the kids busy while their parents golfed, drank or even gambled.

Today you were helping out with the shark week activity's, coloring pages, looking at shark teeth, all kinds of fun little things to keep the kids busy.

And then you saw Rafe Cameron standing in the doorway staring right at you, looking sweaty from the game of golf out in the hot summer sun he had most likely just played.