He let Becca sleep for a moment longer, eyeing her naked body and waiting for his morning wood to subside. He could wake her up and roll her over, push between her thighs and claim her like he had many times last night . . . but then he’d never leave her bed. Already he felt addicted. So he reached over and caressed her bare backside, and then rubbed it until she awoke and squinted at him in confusion.

“What is it?” she mumbled, scrubbing a hand across her eyes like his daughter did. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong. It’s time to get up.”

She peered at him through the curtain of her thick hair. “What?”

“Time to get up. We’re going fishing.” He gave her bouncy ass a light smack, and the way it jiggled just made his dick get all hard again. Hell, he needed to stop touching her before he got completely distracted. Reluctantly, he pulled his hand away. “I told Libby we’d go fishing with her today.”

“Oh.” She yawned and sat up. “Well, okay. If she’s waiting for us . . .”

“She is,” he lied. Libby probably wasn’t up yet, but he knew the best time to go fishing was bright and early. They could nap later, anyhow.

A short time later, they’d both showered and she’d taken Alaska out for her first walk of the day and fed her. They drove out to the ranch, and the moment his truck pulled up, his little daughter was on the porch, wearing her favorite overalls.

“Daddy!” she cried, holding her fishing rod. “Come on!”

He laughed, his heart aching with joy at the sight of her. God, he loved that little girl more than life itself. He got Becca’s door for her, and while she retrieved the puppy, he went to his daughter and swung her into his arms, planting a kiss on her head. “Were you good while I was gone?”

“Yes, but next time you have a sleepover with Miss Becca, I want to go, too.” She scowled at him.

He grinned. “We’ll see.”

Hank checked in with his brothers while Becca chatted with Doc about the puppy and he gave her a bag of puppy food. Then they packed their fishing gear into the car. Becca pulled together a quick picnic lunch and grabbed a blanket while they retrieved the worms Libby had hunted up the night before with her uncles, and then they were off.