Now he was sorry he’d asked for details. “You went from kissing to sex in less than two weeks?”

“Dad, we’re teenagers with raging hormones and access to a hotel room. What did you think would happen?”

“Not that. You told me you weren’t sleeping with anyone.”

“I wasn’t before the trip.”

“You’re grounded.”

She tilted her head. “For what?”

“Having sex with Luka.”

“There’s no rule against sex.”

Damn. She had him there. “You lied about it.”

“I didn’t. You never asked me if I was sleeping with him or anything. I haven’t broken any rules.”

Now he was sorry she was so smart. “You didn’t tell me about Luka. Letting me know is implied in our relationship.”

Her brows rose. “You didn’t tell me you were sleeping with Ellen.”

He came up off the bed. “How do you know that?”

Her smile turned smug. “I saw you sneaking out of her room at like five in the morning. You weren’t fully dressed and I just knew.”

He swore silently for about twenty seconds. “Are you mad?”

“Why would I be mad?”

“Are you threatened? Are you worried my relationship with Ellen displaces you?”

“No. Why? Oh, right. Because of Mom.” She shook her head. “I like Ellen. She’s great. I’m fine with you two being together.” She shifted to her knees. “Dad, you can’t be mad at her anymore. I’m the one who asked her not to say anything. She was really upset when she found us and wanted to tell you right away. It’s my fault, not hers.”

He was less sure about that, but this wasn’t the time. He had bigger problems to deal with at home.

“I don’t like that you’re sleeping with Luka.”

She studied him. “Is it the sex in general, or sex with him?”

“Sex with anyone.”

She smiled. “So you like Luka.”

“Not anymore.” He sank onto the desk chair. “My head hurts.”

“You should have had boys.”

“The thought has crossed my mind.” He met her gaze. “Tell me he’s using a condom.”

“Every time.”

“And he’s good to you?”

She flushed and dropped her gaze. “Dad, trust me. You don’t want to have that talk with me.”

True, but someone had to. “Pushing you beyond what you want to do is never okay. And when you’re together, it shouldn’t just be about him. You have, ah, crap.” He sucked in a breath. “You’re nearly grown and you have—”

He couldn’t do it. He could not discuss sexual satisfaction with his daughter. If that made him a wimp, he was okay with that.

“He should make you happy,” he hedged.

“Stop,” she said, covering her face with her hands. “I beg you, stop. Yes, he takes care of me first, Dad. It’s nice. I won’t let him do anything I don’t want him to do. He was a virgin, Dad. He told me.”

As if. “Guys say anything to get in a girl’s pants.”