Chapter 7My dad sauntered into the room, toweling off his jet black hair with just a pair of sweats hanging on his lean frame.
Reenah sat up and started coughing on her drink, while I leaned over and rubbed her back. Quickly, I looked over at my dad.
“We’ve got guests. Think you could maybe put some clothes on?”
Oblivious as usual to the effect he had on women of all ages, my dad rolled his deep violet eyes. “I’m dressed.”
I looked at my mom, pleading for some backup.
“This isn’t training, Alec. Go put on a shirt,” she chided gently.
“Fine, fine.” He disappeared back into the Master Bedroom only to return moments later, pulling an army-green tank top over his torso. Not a total improvement, but it was better than nothing. I eyed Reenah, who was staring intently down into her near-emp
