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the very long purring sound caused his throat to dry.
    The image of a frisky, just discovered oh-my sex, young Carly flashed across his mind. After they’d made it through that first long week of him coaxing her into lovemaking, Carly was fast and hot, zapping him into a warm boneless mass with a silly grin. He hadn’t minded a bit that he’d had to initiate every seduction, but he’d wondered how it would be to have her actually set to seduce him.
    Carly had always been a fast learner and a fast runner. These sounds came from a woman who savored a slow, intense sexual climb, waiting there for every particle of pleasure, and the soft fall to earth…. She had probably learned the art of seduction from other men….
    Tucker’s hands tightened. She’d probably learned a few things—and not from him. He tilted her head, so that she looked up and back at him. “So, did Gary call?”
    It took a minute for her drowsy expression to clear and then she frowned, jerking her head away from him. She stood slowly and faced him, her arms crossed in front of her. She took her time in answering. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you answered the telephone this morning. No, he hasn’t called. You’ve probably ruined the only chance I’ve got to nab him. He’s everything you aren’t, and everything I want. He’s sensitive. ”
    â€œBig boy,” Livingston added.
    Tucker leaned down to Carly, making certain she didn’t mistake his expression for kindness and understanding. “I told you to get out.”
    â€œYou told me to do what I had to do. This is it. I had work to do and I’m not ready to turn everything Anna Belle loved over to a squatter.”
    â€œSquatter” echoed his previous thoughts about Carly, and began a headache that had moved up from his southerly parts, started by the scramble on the bed this morning and her orgasmic crooning.
    Tucker threw up his hands. “I’m getting an aspirin and when I come back, you’d better be hauling stuff out that front door.”
    â€œMake me. You are not renegotiating at this point. You told me to do what I had to do, and I am. That’s the deal. No post-agreement amendments.”
    After a minute of deciding just what he could do with Carly, Tucker had no definite course. He didn’t trust himself where Carly was concerned. Tucker left the battlefield and marched into his bathroom. He jerked open the medicine cabinet to find it stuffed with feminine facial creams and cleansers, cosmetics, an eyelash curler, pills for “that time of the month,” and a tiny pink razor. He closed the cabinet door to find a big circular magnifying mirror that had been stuck to the mirror. The image of his two huge, glaring eyes shot back at him.
    He held still and surveyed Carly’s invasion of his thinking-space and library. Bottles of women’s shampoo and bathing items ran across the window ledge in the shower. “Give Carly an inch and she’ll take a mile,” he heard himself growl.
    Anna Belle’s frog planter sat on the back of the toilet stool, replacing his library magazines. And the seat was down.
    Tucker grabbed the fluffy white net-thing that hung from the showerhead, crushed it in his fist and stalked out to see Carly. She hadn’t moved. He was finished with words and unsettled warm-soft emotions sneaking in to confuse him. He tossed the fluffy net-thing at her face, but she caught it. Tucker noted that her catching hand and reflexes were still good, and picked up the telephone receiver. He punched in a number. “Norma? There’s a trespasser in my house. Come get her.”

Chapter 4
    â€œI cannot believe you actually called Norma.”
    Tucker showed his teeth in a cold smile. They gleamed in his late-day approaching stubble. Carly had always distrusted that smile, because it was his “gotcha” smirky look. Sometimes in their