“Um…” she hesitated.
“Fuck it, you’re gonna shower again, babe.”
“Ryan…” she started.
I shrugged out of my cut and hung it up.
Putting a knee to the mattress, I crawled toward her.“Babe, it’s not like we have to pay the water bill.”
Her expression softened and I watched her concern fade away.“This is true.”
I woke up when three deep thuds sounded from the door.A flashback to my teen years hit me because that was how Dad knocked on my door.
“Is someone at the door?”Ivy asked, her voice thick with sleep.
“Yeah, I hope it’s not who I think it is.”
“Who?”she asked, sitting up.
I tugged on my gym shorts.“My dad.”
Her eyes went huge.“I’m hitting the bathroom.”
“Don’t do that.It’s better to get this out of the way.”
“I’m in your shirt!”she hissed.
With a shrug, I went to the door.I opened it two inches.
Dad stood in the hall with his arms crossed.“Took you long enough.”
“What are you doing here?No way you just rode into town because you’d have had to leave at two in the morning.”
He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans.“Got in yesterday and stayed with Blood and Abby.I’m here because rumor has it, you got a concussion and I had to learn about that from someone else.”
“It wasn’t a concussion,” I muttered.
Dad aimed his ‘you’re-full-of-it’ look at me.“Why are you keeping me out of your room?”
I opened the door wider, looked over my shoulder, and saw that Ivy had gone in the bathroom.
“I should have known,” Dad said.
“No, Dad.It’s not what you’re thinking.”
“There’s a stack of books and women’s hair shit on that nightstand.Club bunnies don’t stick around long enough to leave their hair bands.Pretty sure it’s exactly what I think it is,” he said, strolling into the room and closing the door behind him.
Even though the clubhouse walls were thin, he spoke low enough, I doubted Ivy heard him.
“Ivy, you can come out here,” I said.
She opened the door.“Really?That was—” She came out of the bathroom still wearing my shirt and stopped short.For a second, she narrowed her eyes on me, which was cute as fuck.Then she aimed a sheepish grin at Dad and held out her hand.“Sorry, I’m Ivy Brummis.I didn’t expect to meet you first thing in the morning.”
Dad shook her hand with a chuckle.“Nice to meet you, Ivy, I’m Gamble.”
“Did you bring Mom out too?”I asked.
Dad failed to hide his grunt.“No.If I had, we would have been at the bar last night causing all three of you problems.”
