glimpsed Norma above him.
The cold water pouring down on her caused Carly to gasp and to struggle for breath.
Tucker cursed and wiped her face with a brisk swipe of his hand. He slowly turned to look up at Norma. âShe attacked me. I was just holding her down until you arrived,â he said darkly as he eased to his feet and stood in front of Carly.
She struggled to sit up and smooth her clothes at the same time, using Tuckerâs big body as a shield. She struggled to place herself away from the fire and the hunger with Tucker into the reality of the Saturday eveningârolling on her grandmotherâs front lawn with her ex-husband, the bane of her lifetime.
âThanks for turning on the water, Norma. The lawn needed it.â He reached down and grabbed the back of her borrowed shirt, easily hoisting her to her feet. While she dangled almost on tip-toe, he studied her with a disgusted expression.
âSheâs all yours,â he said firmly, before he shoved her at Norma. Tucker walked to the garden hose faucet, turned off the water and stalked into the house.
âI guess that about says it,â Norma stated briskly as she handcuffed Carly. âI gave you fair warning.â
âThis is my grandmotherâs house. You canât do this.â
Norma dramatically adjusted her uniform beltâs night stick, leather pistol holster and pepper spray holder. âWatch me. And donât get mud all over the back of my squad car.â
âThatâs not a squad car, Norma. You have to have several cars and more than one policewoman to make a squad. I bet you havenât even used that roll of crime-scene tape you ordered a hundred years ago.â
Norma huffed up and glared at Carly. âI can add resisting arrest to the charges. Donât make me. Wipe your feet on the lawn. Thereâs mud between your toes. Since youâre already dirty, you might as well clean the fish that Tyrell brought over for my supper. You used to be real good at that.â
âIâve forgotten how,â Carly stated with as much dignity as she could as Norma marched her to the âsquadâ car and put her in the back seat.
The blast of Normaâs siren muffled Carlyâs protests. The siren brought people to the sidewalks to stare at herâriding in the back seat of the car.
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Tucker took a long, slow shower and, absorbed in his brooding, grabbed Carlyâs shampoo. He was seated in his recliner, drinking a beer, the television blaring no-channel static noises, before he caught the scent of flowers. He sniffed, scowled as he remembered using Carlyâs shampoo, and quickly poured beer into his palm. He brushed his hands together and then rubbed his hair hard to remove the scent.
Nothing would remove the feel of Carly moving beneath him, all full and hot and ripe and hungry.
Nothing could remove the need to hear those sounds again.
Or maybe the need had grown to hear those orgasmic hungry, sensual sounds, combined with her moving beneath him.
That Carly had ruined his life, his peace, and his Saturday night was obvious. He was feelingâvulnerable. He had to get Carly out of his system, one way or the other, but just now he had to calm down and thinkâ
When the telephone rang, he supposed it was her single alotted call from jail. Norma wouldnât let Carly ring that many times.
It continued to ring and with a sigh, and he rose to answer it. âTucker, here.â
The silence wasnât typical of Carly. By now, she would have burned his ears and got his temper simmering. A manâs deep voice spoke slowly, carefully, âThis is Gary Kingsley. Iâm calling for Carly Redford. May I speak to her, please?â
âSheâs not here. Sheâs in jail. If you want her, call there. Iâm not running a message service.â Tucker gave the number and decided he might as well make Carlyâs life as miserable as sheâd made his. After