“When did you get so smart?” I teased.
“One more thing.”
I swallowed nervously at the suddenly serious tone of his voice. “Yes?”
“I meant what I said about being alone with Bill.” He cut me off when I started to protest. “Iknowhe’s not a bad guy, and I don’t feel good about breaking his nose. But I won’t budge on this. I’m not happy that you went to see him by yourself.Especiallyin that dress. That was supposed to be for me, and I never want you out of my sight when you’re looking that fucking good.”
“You liked the dress?” I asked, feigning ignorance.
“Don’t change the subject.”
I stuck out my bottom lip. “Youdidn’tlike it?”
Surrender crossed his face. “Of course I did. You were stunning. And those red lips . . . I kept imagining them wrapped around my—”
“Room for one more?” I heard.
I jerked away from David as my dad slid the back door closed and walked in our direction. With my hand over my mouth, I raised my eyebrows at David and laughed.“Come on in, Dad,” I called before ducking under the cold water.
* * *
Later, in the kitchen, showered and cleaned up, Dad searched for his car keys as I leaned my hip against the counter. “So, Dad . . . are you dating anyone?” I asked.
“Sort of,” he muttered.
Standing in the doorway, David raised an eyebrow at me.
“Well, you either are or you aren’t,” I responded.
“Yes, I am, do you mind?” my dad said.
I suppressed a giggle and winked at David. “How old is she?” I asked.
“Old enough.”
Finally, I laughed, partly at David’s confused expression. “Gina was in her twenties when they got married,” I explained. When David nodded as though he found that impressive, I rolled my eyes.
“All right,” Dad said, dangling his keys. “Last chance for grocery requests. I’m making leftovers from last night, but I have a few other things to grab.”
I shrugged. “I think we’re good.”
“I’ll be back soon,” my dad said, dropping a kiss on the top of my head on his way out.
Once I heard the garage door shut, I looked at David, who was already staring at me. The space between us thickened with tension. I bit my lip, slunk toward him, and placed my hands on his pecs. “Alone at last,” I purred. “Should we head upstairs—”
He backed away quickly. “No.”
“What?” I gaped at him. “You’re kidding. I thought after the pool, you’d surely break.”
“I want to, trust me,” he said, his eyes darting around as if we were being watched, “but it doesn’t feel right. Not in your dad’s house.”
I groaned. “Take me to your hotel then.”
“My God, woman,” he exclaimed. “Control yourself. Surely we can think of something else to do for an hour.”
I frowned. “What do you suggest?”
“Show me your bedroom.”
