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I’m easy.”
    “I knew you were the kind of girl to worry about that.”
    “I do. Look, it started a fight.”
    “There was nothing you did that started that fight. I promise you, Molly. That was all on Martins. He’s a jackass. Don’t you dare feel guilty over that. Please? And as for you hanging on me, you weren’t. But I’ll admit, I like it. I like having your hand in mine, my arm around you. I love your head on my shoulder. I could tell you were able to relax around me. If you consider all that hanging on me, I’ll take it.”
    “That’s a man answer.” She softly chuckled.
    With her still in his arms, he whispered in her ear in an even lower voice, one with an edge to it, “I am a man.”
     
     
    Her stomach did another flip flop, but then her mind caught up and her heart dropped. Like you need to remind me? She looked up at him with an eyebrow raised. “Yeah, and I’m sure you’ve got women throwing themselves at you.”
    “Not really.”
    “I don’t believe that for a minute.”
    “I don’t.”
    “Carter, you are incredibly good looking and you have killer eyes. So no, I don’t believe you.” A cocky, slow grin danced across his face. “Oh, don’t you look at me like that,” she teased. “You know you’re absolutely amazing, don’t play innocent with me.” His hands slid down to her butt, pulling her as close as he possible could.
    “Oh yeah?” He raised his eyebrows up at her a couple of times.
    “Yeah.” Her eyes were as wide as saucers, but she wasn’t minding that his hands were on her, and she was loving the crooked grin on his face. It made him appear almost boyish when just seconds before he was—almost—hungry. Boyish she could handle. Hungry scared the shit out of her.
    “So…”
    “So?”
    “Am I worth a long distance relationship?”
    Her heart went from zero to sixty from the excitement and the fact he really did like her. Karen had always told her there would be someone. She felt her insides go gooey and her cheeks get warm.
    Feeling a little braver, she said, “Depends.” She grinned up at him, getting a small thrill off the control.
    He squeezed her butt. It was a total possessive move on his part and she knew it. “Oh yeah? On what?”
    “On how long it takes you to kiss me again.”
    “That I can do, Gorgeous.”
    She slid her arms up to his neck and smiled at him. Then she bit her bottom lip. He smiled his slow, sexy grin that kept driving her insane. There went the control, back to Carter—she had no power against that smile. “What? You’re staring.” She giggled nervously. She gave herself a mental slap upside the head for sounding like a goofy teenage girl.
    He smiled down at her and she melted all over again. “I’m just…”
    “Just making me nervous,” she finished for him.
    “I just can’t get over the fact that I get to be the man holding you. I get to be the man to kiss you.”
    “I was thinking that I’m the lucky one.”
     
     
    He leaned down to kiss her and she slid one palm to his cheek. With her other hand, she threaded her fingers through the back of his hair just as she parted her lips to kiss him. When he pulled her even closer to him, she sighed. The move was intentional. He needed her to know how much he wanted her—to feel how badly he wanted her. A part of him needed her to know how hard he was struggling to keep himself under control, to silently prove to her she was safe with him.
    He broke the kiss and pulled her tight to him, the man in him wishing she wouldn’t object to going back to his motorhome. But he knew she wasn’t ready for that. He drew back. “Oh my God.” He breathed heavily, just standing there holding her, willing himself to behave. Carter finally caught his breath and pulled away a few inches to look at her before he leaned his forehead to hers. “Oh girl, what you do to me.”
    She looked up at him and graced him with the sweetest smile he had ever seen. “I don’t want to let you go,”