Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Her staying the night meant their regularly scheduled programming would definitely be preempted since his daughter would always be priority.
The front door opened and a female voice preceded the person it belonged to. “Hey, whose Honda is in my spot? I had to park—” Hope’s feet stuttered to a stop as she took in the scene. “I hope I’m not interrupting something important? You said six, right?”
“I did.” He glanced at his daughter to see her brow furrowed.
Surprise, honey! Not only am I doing a man, I’m also doing a woman at the same time!
He swallowed all of that back down.
Hope’s eyes flicked between the two of them as she hovered near the door. “Should I go?”
“No. Please stay!” Laurel practically shouted with quite a bit of enthusiasm.
Shit.
“Let me introduce you two. Hope Reed, this is my daughter, Laurel. Laurel, this is the resort’s yoga instructor, Hope.”
Laurel spun on him. “Wait. You’re now into yoga? Any other surprises you need to tell me?”
“I’m definitely benefitting from yoga,” he said carefully.
Nolan chose that moment to exit the bedroom.
“And so is Nolan,” Hope added so helpfully.
“You’re doing yoga, too?”
“Only when guilted into it,” Nolan answered. “How’s school, Laurel?”
“Boring compared to this.”
Cam turned to Nolan. “Do you want to take Laurel over to the lodge? We’ll catch up in a few minutes. I need to finish getting dressed.”
Laurel linked her arm with Nolan’s. “I’m starving and I can’t wait to hear more about you and Dad.” She glanced at Hope. “And you too, Hope.”
Hope, Nolan, and Cam shared glances. Nolan gave the slightest nod, enough so Cam knew he understood the assignment. Which was basically: careful how you answer.
As Nolan guided Cam’s daughter out the door, she asked, “So, how are you liking it here, Nolan?”
At least she didn’t call him Daddy Nolan to his face.
Once the door closed, Hope said, “I guess her visit wasn’t planned?”
“No.” He tipped his head toward the bedroom. “I need to grab a shirt.”
Hope raked her gaze over his chest. “Shame. But the rules are the rules.”
The restaurant was one of the few areas on the resort where nudity or public sex was forbidden.
Hope followed on his heels. “I’m assuming our plans are cancelled for the evening.”
He’d need to cancel the playroom’s reservation once he got to the lodge. “Yes. Sorry. She arrived right before you did so I didn’t have time to cancel your trip here.”
“It’s okay, Handsome. It’s not like I’m sex starved or anything.” She laughed. “Anyway, Nolan can come home with me after dinner if you want to spend some time alone with your daughter.”
“Knowing what you two will be doing will be distracting, but yes, that might be for the best. Laurel has known Nolan for a long time but not in this capacity.” Though, Nolan going home with Hope would most likely open up a whole new discussion.
His daughter had a good head on her shoulders and not much got by her. Just like her old man.
“She seems to be taking it well.”
He pulled a polo shirt out of his dresser drawer and slipped it over his head. “We raised her to be open-minded and to treat everyone equally.”
But would she be open-minded enough to accept that her father was not only in a relationship with Nolan but with Hope, too?
Should he even bring it up at all at this point? Their little triad hadn’t made any commitment to each other. They were simply going with the flow right now. He saw no reason to rush into anything serious.
“How about this? Why don’t we have dinner and hang out for a bit at the lodge. Afterward—if Nolan’s okay with it, of course—we’ll head to my place.” She gave him a naughty grin. “Or he and I can use that playroom you booked.”
Cam finished tucking in his shirt and fastening his belt. “Oh no. You two are not using that room without me. I was looking forward to trying it for the first time.”
“Then reschedule. I’m looking forward to it, too.” Hope lightly scraped her short nails down his beard. “I’ll miss you tickling me between my thighs tonight.”
“Nolan’s got a beard.”
“Not as rough as yours. Maybe I can convince him to grow his out a little more.”
Cam stared at the upward curl of her lips. “Mmm. I might not have time to tickle you between the thighs but we have enough time for this…”
He took her mouth and they shared a brief kiss. Anything more than that would get his blood rushing south.
But before he finished pulling away, Hope murmured, “Damn. I’m going to miss these lips,” against them. “How long is she staying?”
“I’d assume only tonight since I don’t think she has classes tomorrow, but I know she does on Thursday. She’s probably here to work me over for more money.”