Abby had planned to take a quick shower and find her dad as soon as she finally escaped the bed, but Joe had other plans.
Midway through her shower, the curtain had slid back and he had stepped in completely naked, water instantly beading along the sharp lines of his shoulders. Before she could even pretend to scold him, he had backed her against the cool tile wall and taken her again, desperate, like he needed to assure himself that she was there.
Now she was getting ready much later than planned. Yet she didn’t really feel that bad about it.
If anything, she understood it.
Joe had been anxious. Beneath the playful edge of his touch, she had felt it. The tightness in his muscles, the way his breathing sometimes caught like he was bracing for something unseen. Her father being here had
