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the vague impression of red hair and maybe freckles. He’d have to pay more attention at their class. If Jessie had taken such a notice, he wanted to make sure his daughter interpereted the details correctly.
    “I did notice, now that you mention it. I’ll check her more when we go to class. For now, you need to get to bed, little girl. You’ve got summer classes in the morning.”
    She sighed and slid off his lap. “I wish you had the summers off too, Daddy. That would be awesome.”
    He smiled. “Me too, honey. Maybe one day.”
    She shook her head. “With three kids? Sorry, Daddy, I’m pretty sure you’ll be working summers for a long time.”
    Scott bit back a chuckle and when Jessie’s door closed, he stood and grabbed a rag. Tired or not, things had to be done, but after his talk with his daughter, the fatigue didn’t drag at him as much.
     

 
    Chapter 3
     
    “Okay, guys, let’s cast on. Remember, all you need is the yarn and a single needle for this.”
    Scott smiled at his daughter, who immediately followed Lucy’s very concise, simple instructions with her pink yarn and stick. He liked his blue yarn, but strongly doubted he was going to be able to make it do what his six-year-old was.
    “Like this, Daddy.” Jessie held her hand just as Lucy had and slowly showed him the steps of casting the yarn on the needle. “Nice and slow, see?”
    He tried, fumbling the yarn horribly before finally getting a second loop to stay on the needle.
    Jessie smiled. “Good job. Now do it again.”
    “How’s it going over here?”
    Scott looked up at Lucy and was nailed by the scent Jessie had spoken so fondly of. Everyone Scott had ever met was a mix of scents. Anger, aggression, happiness, sadness and all the rest seemed to intermingle on people. There was a difference from someone who was basically content and happy in their life and those who were genuinely sad.
    It wasn’t often something so pure hit his nose. In addition to looking the part of a teacher, with soft red curls and a slight sprinkling of freckles on her nose, Lucy smelled the part, with patience and joy. The heady combination had made him stutter more than once since they’d entered the yarn shop.
    “My daddy isn’t quite getting it, Miss Lucy,” Jessie explained, her yarn already cast on the appropriate amount of stitches. “He tries really hard, but I think his big fingers get in the way.”
    “That might be it,” Lucy said seriously, yet when she took the seat beside Scott, he saw the humor in her eyes. “Sometimes it takes a few more tries. Here, try it with me.”
    She touched him and Scott was a goner. Werewolf senses were fantastically better than humans’ and touch was no different. She felt as pure and sweet as she smelled and he had to brace his feet to stay in his seat. The other options were to fall out of his chair or jump her. Neither was going to happen, especially in front of his daughter and two other students.
    “See, like this. Sometimes it’s difficult to get a feel for tension from the start, but I think we can at least get you on.”
    Something was on all right, but he controlled himself, schooling his expression to passivity and concentration. Beside him, Jessie looked on intently, her innocent concern for his knitting skills helping him rein in his libido. It had been years since he’d wanted a woman. He’d wanted Tiffany, because she was his mate and they were monogamous. She was the only option.
    However, after Jessie was born, being sexual with Tiffany had become a last resort when his freaking horny werewolf would take over and finally give in to the temptation she presented. Such a crazy bitch. If he’d met Lucy first, he would never have looked twice at Tiffany. And after Tiffany, he could truly appreciate the peace of Lucy, but being burned so brutally also made him cautious.
    “There, you got it,” the woman playing hell on his body said. “Now, take it all off and try again.”
    “Practice will