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oldest of Mike’s sons to lift it out of the trailer.
    The second site held the pop-up camper they pulled behind the RV and in which their two older boys slept. It was also here Lisa erected the complex and extensive network of clothesline strung from tree to tree until it was large enough to contain their family’s wet clothes.
    The third site would contain a large screenhouse and a series of tarps which served to guarantee that, no matter how hard it rained, Lisa would not be confined in her RV with her four rambunctious boys.
    The youngest of the Kowalski siblings, Kevin, was the easiest to get set up. Since his divorce, he required only a small tent, a hibachi and the largest cooler money could buy. He claimed to be a camping purist, but Terry knew he didn’t see any point in going whole-hog when his parents were four sites over in a half-million-dollar home away from home.
    Joe always rented one of the campground’s cabins so he could bring his laptop and have relative comfort and privacy to write, and normally Terry would help him unload his SUV. But she didn’t happen to be speaking to her twin brother just now, so she sent her nephews in her place.
    The havoc the four boys would wreak on his cabin would be just the beginning of the payback Joe Kowalski would suffer.
    The minute she’d heard her brother’s voice on the other end of the line telling her they might need another jar of peanut butter after all, Terry knew what the dumb son of a bitch had gone and done.
    As if the Kowalski family vacation wasn’t hectic enough, he’d thrown Keri Daniels into the mix. Even worse, the rest of the family threw in behind Joe. Their parents were thrilled. Mike and Lisa couldn’t spare the energy to care one way or the other, and Kevin? Terry knew Kevin well enough to know he was going to weasel his way into Keri’s pants if he could, or at least use her to needle his big brother if he couldn’t.
    Of course, none of them had a twelve-year-old daughter who hated camping, hated being disconnected from IM for more than a single hour and—most of all—hated the fact her parents were separated. And of course she couldn’t understand why her Uncle Joe’s ex-girlfriend was invited, but not her dad, who technically wasn’t even an ex yet.
    The same twelve-year-old daughter who was at that very moment sitting in a lounge chair, sipping Coke in front of their still closed RV. Terry’s brothers had helped her get it backed in and they’d leveled it and done the sewer and water hook-ups before she shooed them away. She and Steph had to get used to doing things for themselves now that there was no man around the house.
    Unfortunately, getting her daughter to do anything at all was a challenge in itself. “Stephanie, I asked you to at least get it plugged in and open the windows.”
    “Dad always does that part.”
    “Dad’s not here. And you always helped him, so I know you know how to do it.”
    Eye roll. “Why couldn’t I stay with him?”
    Terry took a deep breath, reminding herself for the umpteenth time it was about who had Internet access for the next two weeks and not which parent Stephanie loved most. “Because his apartment isn’t big enough and you’re too old to share his damn futon with him.”
    “When is Uncle Joe’s old girlfriend supposed to get here?”
    “I don’t know, Steph. Let’s just get set up so we can—”
    “I think that’s her.”
    Terry turned, then muttered a word she tried, as a rule, not to say in front of her daughter.
    Of course that was her. God forbid Keri Daniels should ever gain a pound or twenty or have visible roots, dammit. No, she was still thin, still gorgeous, and—unlike Terry’s—none of her body parts appeared to be migrating south.
    Keri was staring in horror at the trailers littering the common area, waiting for the campers and trucks that had hauled them to be situated before they were unloaded. On the trailers sat twelve four-wheelers of various sizes and