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anything out of place,” she said, not budging. She was pretty tough for such a tiny little thing.
    “You didn’t notice all the stuff back there?”
    “No, I…” She trailed off. For a second she appeared deep in thought, and then finally awareness flooded her features. And to Lance’s utter amazement she threw her head back and laughed. No, she didn’t just chuckle or giggle. Carly was full-on howling with amusement.
    Lance took a step backward. “I think I missed the joke.”
    She sobered a little, although tears were starting to glisten in her eyes. “I’m sorry. It’s not you.”
    Watching a woman lose her marbles over a possible break-in definitely proved something was up with him, because Lance had just left reality and entered some crazy alternate universe.
    Carly grabbed his hand. “Come on.”
    Again he was surprised at her strength as she dragged him back to the family room. With a sweeping hand, she encompassed the entire room.
    “Lance, we weren’t robbed.”
    A second look at the room reaffirmed his initial assessment. They had been robbed, looted, and were the victims of burglary. He moved closer to the large sectional, which appeared to be the epicenter of the incident.
    Carly sighed, but there was a hint of amusement in it. “That’s a tent.”
    He froze mid-inspection. “A what?”
    A giggle escaped her lips. “A good, old-fashioned tent. You know the kind you make with blankets and pillows. Mya and I made it this morning while we watched cartoons. We were pretending to be Rapunzel, and I was Flynn. You’ve seen Tangled , right?”
    He couldn’t keep his mouth from dropping.
    Carly waved her hands. “Doesn’t matter. Anyway, all of this was us playing.” She gestured around at the blankets, the pillows, the toys, the DVD boxes, the stuffed animals and dolls.
    “This,” Lance said with a nod at the huge mess.
    “This,” Carly repeated.
    “Was just playtime?”
    “Yep.”
    “Not a robbery?” he asked.
    “Not so much.” To her credit, Carly did look contrite as she bit her lip. “I’m sorry again. Jeez, I’ve apologized more to you today than I have my entire life.” She chuckled. “But I’m really impressed with how protective you were of us. That’s sweet.”
    Sweet? Freaking sweet? Was she kidding? Maybe it was the fact that he’d traveled all day long or that he was still wearing cold, wet, uncomfortable clothes. But something snapped. “I can’t believe this. The two of you made a tent and a huge mess to go with it, and you didn’t think to clean up when you were done?” Somewhere, his mother was rolling over in her grave.
    “Well, no. I mean, we decided to go to the playground instead. No biggie.”
    “No biggie?” he repeated.
    She smiled. “Of course not. I mean, it’s Saturday after all.”
    He pointed toward the couch. “This? This is a freaking disaster.”
    Her smile faltered. “That’s a bit extreme.”
    Lance sighed and turned from her. He took in the space. This room looked great. The flow from the kitchen to the dining space to the family room worked well. Chris had obviously put time and attention into this area of the house. The floors appeared to be on the newer side, the paint on the wall looked great, and attention had been paid to the fireplace.
    But the windows definitely needed to be updated. He could feel the draft coming in through one of them from where he stood. That said nothing for the locks. Did they even work?
    “What’s up?” Carly’s voice interrupted his silent assessment.
    “What do you mean?”
    “Why are you staring at the windows like they did something to you?”
    He chuckled and pulled Chris’s letter from his pocket again. “Did you read this letter?”
    She shook her head. Impressive. He would have been all over it.
    “I didn’t think it was my place. Chris addressed it to you.” She sneezed.
    “Tell you what. Why don’t we get out of these wet clothes and I’ll tell you about this letter?”
    Carly