After a quiet moment, he groans like he’s fighting himself. He cracks his neck and grimaces. “I’m going to ask.” “You don’t have to.” I try not to tense, knowing this has to be about sex. “You can let it go. Pretend you never heard it.” He lets out a laugh. “God, I wish. If only. But my daughter unfortunately likes you.” I smile. “Think she more-than-likes me.” Lo glares,
