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stay with me?” Mya asked, tilting her head to the side. One of her many curls plopped over as well.
    The kid was killing him.
    “We have all these bedrooms here. Don’t we, Aunt Carly?”
    “Um, well, we do…”
    “If Daddy were here, you’d probably stay. Wouldn’t you?”
    That did it. Carly’s shoulders dropped, her resolve melting away in front of his eyes.
    “Yes, he would,” Carly said.
    “Seriously, I have that reservation already.”
    Mya reached up and clasped her tiny hand into his. He made the mistake of glancing down into her angelic face.
    “What do you say, Lance?”
    “Yeah, what do you say, Uncle Lance?” Mya repeated.
    He looked from one female to the other. Between Mya’s pleading eyes and Carly’s appealing body, he didn’t stand a chance. “I say it looks like I’m going to stay here for a couple weeks.”

Chapter Three
    The days of waking up naturally with the sun streaming through the window were a thing of the past, Carly thought as Mya jumped on her bed excitedly.
    “Wake up, Aunt Carly. We have to go to school. Today is pink shirt day.” She bounced happily, her red hair a curtain around her beautiful little face.
    Every day was pink shirt day if you went by Mya’s wardrobe, she thought with a grin. Carly glanced at her clock and that grin faded fast. It was five thirty. She took a moment to orient herself with being awake. That’s when she remembered. “Sweetie, it’s Sunday. You don’t have school until tomorrow.”
    “But, but…” Mya protested.
    In an attempt to ward off a possible early morning meltdown, Carly added, “How about we go downstairs and get some cereal?”
    “With Uncle Lance?” Carly asked.
    Uncle Lance. She’d forgotten about Uncle Lance until this very moment. But now that he’d been mentioned, the events of yesterday came crashing around her. From the impromptu water fight at the playground to Lance showing up in Pine Springs and subsequently becoming drenched, not to mention his fear they’d been robbed, the afternoon had been a whirlwind. Then he made his announcement that he was there to check in on them and fix up the house. Carly blew out a labored breath at that one.
    Check in. On her. What the hell. It wasn’t like she was still some stupid college girl. Chris Quigley’s little baby sister. She knew that was how Lance saw her. A memory shot into her mind so fast, she almost lost her breath.
    Carly stood on the dance floor, surrounded by other bridesmaids and groomsmen, flowers, and twinkly lights. The scent of lilies and wedding cake hung in the air.
    She’d been dancing with Lance for the last four songs. She knew he was interested. She could see it in his eyes, hear it in his quick intake of breath, feel it when he held her close.
    The dance floor was becoming more and more sparse as people called it a night. Even Chris and Gretchen had left.
    Carly looked up into Lance’s eyes and offered her coyest smile. “I have a room here at the hotel.”
    His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. “Yeah, me, too.” His voice was gruff.
    “Well, would you like to see mine? I mean, we could have another drink,” she added quickly.
    His gaze flicked down to take in her mouth. She puckered her lips and let her eyelids flutter closed. And nothing.
    “Carly, I’m sorry. Nothing like that is going to happen between us.”
    Her eyes shot open and her mouth fell open. “But you’ve been giving me signals all night.”
    “I’m sorry if I misled you. Truly.” His eyes were looking everywhere but at her.
    “You don’t want to hook up with me? Why?”
    “Because, because…I’m not feeling it. That’s all.”
    That’s all. All these years later and she still felt the humiliation of standing on that dance floor as Lance walked away from her.
    Now he was in her town. Hell, he was in the next room. The least he could have done was get fat or ugly or something. But no, he was still the perfect physical specimen he’d always been. Plus, Lance