Jace let out a breath. He was trying this new thing called meditation; one of the other counselors had told him about it. It was supposed to help with stress relief, and after a whole summer of working with kids, he definitely needed it. He liked working at the camp, he really did, but sometimes the snot nosed brats drove him nuts and all he wanted to do was scream at them to stop asking why they couldn’t just go to the lake all day for the third day in a row.
The meditation wasn’t working, though. He still felt stressed. Groaning, he rose from his cross-legged position and walked to the window of the staff cabin, looking out. Elliot was out there, somewhere, connecting with the kids the way only she could.
Another groan left him. Not now. He couldn’t be thinking about her now, even though lately it has been hard to stop thinking about her.
He needed a shower. Maybe that would help. Shaking his head, Jace turned to the door, freezing when he saw the handle turning.