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hoisted his
backpack and clicked the handle on his suitcase. Why carry something that had
rollers. The house was dark in the early afternoon, making him wonder if he
still had a houseguest.
    He
entered and placed his things in the foyer. Emotions long forgotten tugged at
him. Every time he stepped foot in his childhood house, he expected to see his
mother come down the stairs to greet him with a warm smile on her face,
smelling like an afternoon spent baking. And, as always, reality cruelly crashed
down, reminding him of fate’s viciousness. With a sigh, he looked toward the
staircase. Carlie . Carlie. Carlie.
    Jackson
walked up the stairs, toward his bedroom, noting how everything looked to be in
in place, as if Carlie didn’t dare disturb anything.
He passed by his mom’s bedroom, now a guest room. He ruminated on things, what
to say, what would her reaction be to seeing him?
    What
he loved most about flying was sleeping, but thanks to one overprotective
brother he barely rested at all, with his mind obsessing over the sweet woman
in his bed.
    A
foul odor hit his nose upon opening the door to his bedroom. He ignored the
stink and approached his bed covered in chocolate wrappers, empty bags of fast
food and the girl sleeping on top of the covers in the same clothes he saw her
in online while he was in Afghanistan.
    Garrick
always boasted of his ‘sleep like the dead’ sisters. He decided to test out the
theory. He tapped her and got nothing. He picked her up. Her head lolled over,
a halo of hair fanning out. A loud snore popped out of her mouth. He tried to
smooth her tangled hair out of the way and carried her into his bathroom. With
one hand, he turned on the shower and stepped into the cold water fully dressed,
holding her.
    Carlie
screamed. Her beautiful eyes popped opened as she came to and began thrashing
in his arms.
    “Sorry,
princess. You need a shower, you stink.” Jackson whipped her soaking wet shirt
over her head and unsnapped her bra with one hand while she shivered and glared
daggers at him. He bent down and whisked off her leggings and thong, and then
threw all the pieces out of the shower.
    “What
are you doing?” Carlie hissed the words thorough chattering teeth. She gave up
attempting to cover her nudity with her hands and wiped her plastered hair away
from her eyes.
    “Right
now I’m standing in my shower under freezing water with a smelly girl.” He
reached up and adjusted the blasts to give them warm water. Jackson stepped out
to get a clean cloth and returned to her. Her skin flushed with the steam pouring
through the glass enclosed shower.
    “I
mean what are you doing home?”
    He
chuckled. “I didn’t know I needed permission to come to my house.” He grabbed
his body wash and lathered up the cloth.
    “I
swear I’m going to kill you for tossing me in a cold shower.” Anger blazed in
her flushed face as she stared him down.
    “That’s
good then, means you’re no longer cowering in your stupid self-pity party.”
    “What,
are you going to do with that?” She eyed him nervously, ignoring his words.
    “Well,
I figured your hands must be broken or something so I’d wash you, since you
can’t do so yourself.”
    “Uh-uh,
no way. Give me that.” She tugged at the sudsy cloth in his hand, his gaze
dropping to her lush breasts.
    “Nice.”
He winked at the way they bounced with her efforts to take the wash rag. He let
her have the wet cloth and watched the recoil, suds covering her chin, dripping
down her neck, between the valley of her tits, and the path downward. Damn she was
in great shape.
    “Get.
Out.” She pointed to the door, her face flushing a deep red.
    “I
don’t mind helping, not at all.” The sheer stubbornness in her glare told to
him to surrender. With a sigh, he stepped out of the stall. “Get clean. We’ll
talk after you’re done.”
    “Fine.
Privacy would be nice. Please close the door behind you.”
    “See
you soon.” He stripped off his clothes on