She sighed and he let himself go, pinning her to the wall as his body shuddered with his own release. He gasped for air, careful to keep from dropping her.

He leaned back. “Are you okay?”

Her smile was sweet and more than a little satisfied, although her eyes stayed closed. “Yes. ’Night.”

He smiled. For the first time that entire horrendous day, he smiled. “Nari? You can’t go to sleep in the shower, sweetheart.”

“Tired.” Her eyelids slowly opened, looking heavy. “Just a little nap?” Her smile was cute. Just plain and simply cute.

“No.” He set her down gently and then turned her beneath the still-warm spray. “Here. I’ll wash your hair.” He’d wanted to run his hands through her hair for months, and no doubt Jethro had good shampoo. So Angus took care of her.

From head to toe he cleaned her, paying special attention to his favorite spots. In no time at all he was aroused again, and she was moaning at his touch. He took her again and then started over with the shower. By the time they had finished, the water had finally cooled.

He turned off the water and dried her with a soft towel, then chuckled as she tried to close her eyes and snuggle against him. “Fine,” he whispered, picking her up and taking her into the bedroom. He had no clue where her clothes were, so he yanked one of his clean T-shirts out of his duffel and pulled it gently over her head.

Then he put her in bed, skipped his boxers, and climbed in beside her.

She cuddled against him immediately, her butt to his thighs. He liked that about her. A lot. In fact, there wasn’t much he didn’t like about her. Her yawn moved her entire body. “Oh. I forgot to tell you. I quit my job today.”

He stared into the darkness. “That’s big news. Why?”

As she told the story, he went from being curious to relieved to pissed off to impressed by her. “Wow.” He ran a hand down her arm. “I’m sorry.” He couldn’t imagine a father betraying his own daughter like that.

She shrugged. “Me too. I guess after I talked to my dad in California—the man I really feel is my father—I lost interest in trying to know this guy, who was just a sperm donor, really. Oh. By the way. My parents are coming into town in a week to visit, and my dad really wants to meet you.”

Angus grinned. He hadn’t done the meeting-the-dad thing in years. “Doesn’t he design jewelry?”

“Yeah. He’s really creative.” She yawned again. “Before that he was a marine.”

Angus’s eyes opened wider. “Interesting.”

She chuckled. “Yeah.”

“So. We’re doing this.” He felt too mellow to worry about it.

“Yeah,” she said softly. “You have the balls for it?”