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his jogging pants.
    At the time, he had wanted to leave the stupid bonfire. Rhett lay passed out on the banks of Liddell Creek, after way too many beers. As Cade decided what to do with the drunkard, he saw Melanie. Her pale skin glowed in the bright moonlight. Straw-coloured tresses cascaded around her shoulders like a halo. And that body! Gentle dips and swells in all the exact places a woman should be curvy.
    Cade licked his dry lips and tugged his pants down to massage his engorged dick. Ignoring the noises in the hallway, he continued the daydream. What did this beautiful creature in the sundress taste like? What secrets did she hide? He needed to know—now and not with Rhett as backup. When she sat with her friend on the edge of the dock and kicked her bare feet in the water, he fell head over heels. He jumped fully clothed into the creek to cool his fevered body. Before he could speak to her, a drunken reveller shoved her into the chilly water. Cade snagged her up in his embrace and damn if she didn’t feel good there. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her lips to his. My hero.
    The waves of the self-made orgasm crashed within his body. “Melanie!” After a moment, he opened his eyes. His skin tingled and his nerve endings sizzled. Even thinking about her could make him come. How the hell could he get her back into his arms for good?
    While he stared at her risqué picture, he remembered their parting words when he left for the Middle East for the first time. Seven years ago, tears wetted her cheeks, but she stayed strong. I’ll always think of you. Promise me you’ll think of me. And he did. Every day, many times a day until the never-ending nightmare came. Then he could hardly close his eyes without seeing the darkness. Dammit.
    Once he stood, he grabbed the discarded towel to clean himself off. As he tossed it into the clothesbasket, he felt an odd kinship with it. He felt just as unwanted. Why couldn’t he rid the devastation from his mind? He shoved the nude picture under his pillow for later. After he crossed the room, he stopped and caressed the frame of her self-portrait.
    The same question played on a continuous loop in his head— why ?
    Then there was their last night together three years prior. He’d remember her parting words for the rest of his life. I thought you loved me. I thought you wanted only me for the rest of your life. No. You slept with the slut. I thought I knew you, but I had no idea. He could still see her chin quivering as she tried to hold her emotions in check. You want sex? Fine. You want my heart? Not until hell freezes over and your dick falls off! Point made, she’d slammed the door.
    Cade clenched his fist and pounded it on the dull oak surface of the bureau. He shook with anger and unshed tears. Yes, he enjoyed threesomes because he didn’t have to think or feel. He got the release and then went on his merry way, but to cheat? No way in hell. He never slept with Anna. Never wanted to. Though he’d spent time with Ginnifer, she was no more than arm candy for a couple of lousy dates. He refused to sleep with anyone other than the woman he loved. Shit. And he still couldn’t find the words to tell Melanie how he felt. She’d never accept his wounded spirit and broken body, especially if he couldn’t handle his scars.
    Twisting the knob to open the door, Rhett appeared in the doorway, clad in nothing more than a low-slung terry-cloth towel. “Are you mooning over her again?”
    “Don’t you know how to knock?” Cade unclenched his hand. The anger ebbed and embarrassment took over. He glanced at his friend. Girls went crazy for Rhett’s aloof attitude. He could easily draw any woman, including Melanie, with his good looks. If Cade were her, he’d choose the man without scars, a man whole in body and spirit. She deserved so much more than Cade could give her.
    “I heard you shout.” With a shrug, Rhett shifted his feet. Water dripped onto the carpet leaving