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bulge where his hand still gripped his cock.
    Her lips twitched, but then she formed them into a straight line before gripping Emmy’s shoulders and turning her toward the hallway. “Go tell Tilda Carter’s up ,” she said, sounding as though she was choking. “I’ll check on Grandpa before I come down.”
    As the little girl clomped away, Carter slowly eased his hand from around his cock, knowing Melanie knew exactly what he’d been doing before he’d been interrupted.
    “Um, you might want to lock your door when you…sleep,” she mumbled, then closed the door as she left.
    His cheeks hot, Carter let loose a bark of laughter and rubbed a hand over his face—the unsticky one. She hadn’t curled her lips in disgust. In fact, there’d been a glint of interest before she’d briskly turned away.
    Not that he had any intention of going there again. Melanie Schaeffer deserved better than a broken-down Navy SEAL who didn’t know what his future held. And as pretty as she was, she likely already had a boyfriend. That she was still unmarried was surprising. Were the men around here blind?
    Carter’s gaze went to the door, and he quickly sat up and flipped back the sheet. He strode to the door and turned the lock. Hunger growled in his belly.
    He’d better hurry. Emmy would eat his bacon.
    *
    Having Carter seated at the table for breakfast was both awkward and exhilarating. Even more so than dinner had been the night before, especially after what she’d just witnessed. The awkward, she could live with. Thank goodness Emmy hadn’t noted anything amiss after she’d burst into Carter’s room. That he’d been masturbating was apparent by his tense features and the mounded sheet.
    Melanie hadn’t been shocked. She’d learned long ago to lock her door if she needed a little one-handed play to release tension. But she did wish she could have curbed her amusement. The arch of his eyebrow when she’d told Emmy to tell Tilda that Carter was “up” said he’d enjoyed her quip. But she wasn’t there to entertain the man. She wanted him gone. For her peace of mind—and before Emmy became attached to her “Unca” Carter. Yesterday, she’d cursed her momentary weakness, leaning into his body when he’d given her a hug. Last night, that hug had haunted her dreams.
    Still, she hadn’t felt this alive in a long time. Electricity crackled in the air. Her senses were more alert. She smelled him even before he entered her sight to slide into a seat opposite her at the table. Sage and his own masculine aroma. A lovely scent she hadn’t found matched by any man who’d ever tried to chat her up during her infrequent visits to town. And she knew how he smelled during sex. That scent had permeated the air of his bedroom just a few minutes ago, reminding her of the one night they’d spent together.
    The moment she’d stepped into the doorway and spied him, hastily drawn-up sheets covering his hips, her eyes had sharpened, taking in every detail of his appearance—the disheveled, shaggy dark hair, the stubble of his beard, the broad muscled chest cloaked in lovely dark, curling hair between two small flat nipples…
    And good Lord, she was thinking about it again. The memories that spilled through her mind when she was alone in the dark—his kisses, the scrape of his callused fingertips, the strength of his hands as he moved her hips to meet his with each hard, straight stroke…
    “Mama! You not liss-nin’.”
    Melanie pulled in a deep breath between pursed lips and dragged her gaze from Carter’s hands to glance down at Emmy beside her.
    The little girl’s green eyes were darkening with annoyance.
    “Sorry, sweetie. What were you saying?”
    “I said, Unca Carter missed my birthday party.”
    Emmy’s eyes were wide. The little brat was faking innocence. Melanie glanced across at Carter to see whether he had caught Emmy’s broad hint.
    Carter’s expression was bemused as he stared at his niece. When he caught her