Cam shook his head. “No.”
They normally left the door unlocked and Hope walked in whenever she arrived. They were past the point of formality, especially since she now stayed over the nights before her early morning yoga classes on the ranch. They occasionally went over to her place on other nights.
They had fallen into an easy rhythm. Sharing meals, beds, and orgasms.
They spent a lot of time together, learning each other’s hopes, dreams and secrets as well as exploring new territory when it came to sex.
Of course, they had a lot of it.
Luckily, Hope had no issue when it came to the men having sex without her. In fact, she actually encouraged it, whether she was there watching or not.
“Maybe it’s one of the guys needing something,” Nolan suggested.
Cam’s eyes flicked to the portable radio he kept in the cabin, or on him when he wasn’t at home, so he could be easily reached by anyone on his team.
Another rap at the door had them separating and Cam taking long strides through the small cabin with Nolan trailing more slowly.
When Cam opened the door, his head jerked back. Standing on his tiny porch was someone he had not expected.
Laurel.
His heart leapt into his throat as he stared at his daughter.
Both he and Nolan were bare-chested and barefooted. While Laurel knew Nolan was coming to work for her father, she did not know they were sharing a cabin.
Or a bed.
Shit.
Cam swallowed his pounding heart back down as he stepped back and gave her space to step over the threshold.
“Hi, honey. It’s good to see you.” He did his best to sound convincing.
“Dad,” she greeted and paused next to him to rise up on her toes to kiss his cheek. When she was flat on her feet again, she directed a smile toward Nolan. “Nolan, it’s good to see you. It’s been a while.”
“It has. Look at you, all grown up.”
Laurel flipped a hand in his direction. “Look atyou. Nice chest.” She lifted an eyebrow.
Grimacing, Nolan turned to Cam and mumbled, “Let me go grab a shirt.” He rushed back into the bedroom and, of course, shut the door for privacy.
Damn it.
Laurel’s head tipped to the side as her gaze sliced fromthe closed bedroom door to Cam. “You seem to be missing yours also.”
Cam scratched his ear. “We were getting ready for dinner.”
Laurel’s gaze landed on the couch. “I thought Nolan was only staying with you temporarily.”
“He is. It’s only been a…month.” Or so.
“I thought it was only for a few nights, not weeks. But…you’re sharing your bedroom? I thought your couch was a sleeper sofa.”
Cam’s nostrils flared as he pulled in a breath, then puffed out his cheeks to delay his answer.
Laurel’s dark brown eyes drilled into him and suspicion laced her next words. “What’s going on here, Dad?”
It was past time to let his daughter know the truth. He’d hidden it long enough. She was either going to accept him being bisexual or she wouldn’t. And if she wouldn’t, he needed to know this now rather than later when Nolan and he were in it even deeper.
