Ava stepped into the dining room wearing her favorite white silk nighty. It was short, dangerously short, with thin spaghetti straps and a neckline that dipped low between her full breasts. The hem barely reached the middle of her thighs. She knew it was revealing, but tonight she didn’t care. It was just the three of them, and the house felt warmer than usual.
Her mom, Claire, was already at the table, smiling warmly.
“Ava, honey, sit down. We need to talk before I leave.”
Ava slid into her chair across from her stepfather, Damon. Her mom had married him two years ago. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt that stretched across his chest. When his gaze flicked over her barely-covered body, something flickered in his eyes.
Claire reached over and squeezed Ava’s hand.
“I’m leaving for
