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their financial situation allowed him the luxury of his own place, his own landing strip and his own hangar.
    “Just makes good sense to be efficient about travel,” he pointed out frequently.
    She took her time showering, letting the hot water soothe all the sore places in her body. She hated washing away Chance’s scent on her skin, but she sure couldn’t go around smelling like sex all day. She spent extra time washing her hair and grooming her body, although she planned to take a hot soak in the tub before dressing for tonight.
    There was a moment of confusion as she stared at the plug she’d pulled from her purse, trying to figure out just how she was going to do what Chance wanted. But she covered it generously with lube, as he had done, found herself a good position and slowly pushed it inside.
    She had just pulled on fresh jeans and a T-shirt when she heard the back door slam and her father’s voice booming up the stairs.
    “Molly? I’m home. Come on down and have a cup of coffee with me.”
    He was sitting at the table in the breakfast room, his big legs stretched out in front of him and a mug cradled in his hands when she came downstairs.
    “Have a good trip?” She kissed him on the cheek, then went to refill her own mug.
    “If you saw that bull then you know I did.” He sipped his coffee, waiting for her to join him at the table.
    His silence made her nervous. Normally she couldn’t get him to shut up.
    “Great looking bull,” she agreed at last, desperate to find out if someone had dropped her bombshell on him. She didn’t have long to wait.
    “So. Seems like you took my advice to get out right to heart.”
    “And you say that because?” She blew on the hot liquid.
    “Don’t play coy with me, missy. Understand you spent the night at Chance McDaniel’s.”
    “Oh. I guess you’ve already been plugged into the ranch gossip line.” Of course.
    “Not at all. Chance himself came up and told me about it. Said he didn’t want me to hear about from someone else. That there wasn’t anything to hide.” He cocked an eyebrow at her. “That right?”
    Warmth surged through her at the realization that Chance had been so upfront with her father about their growing relationship. Molly set her mug down carefully, choosing her next words.
    “Daddy, I’m thirty years old. I’ve been married and divorced. I didn’t think I needed your permission to have a sleepover.”
    Reuben gave her a long, slow look. “That’s right. You don’t. But you’re coming off a bad situation and I just want to make sure you know what you’re doing. That it’s not some knee jerk reaction.” He paused. “Besides. Chance has had his own troubles, you know.”
    I’d know more if I could get him to talk about it.
    She clamped down on her irritation. “Who are you more worried about? Chance or me?”
    “Both of you.” He leaned forward and placed one of his meaty hands over her small one. “You’re my only child, Molly, no matter how old you are. With your mama gone, I feel a dual responsibility. But Chance McDaniel is one damn fine young man, responsible and a hard worker. I can’t say it wouldn’t please me to see the two of you together, but I’d hate for something to happen to screw that up for either of you.”
    She found a smile for him. “Don’t worry. We’re both adults and we both know what we’re doing.” I think. “And it’s going to be all right.” I hope.
    “Okay, then.” He pushed back his chair and stood up. “I’ll tell you the same thing I told Chance. If there turns out to be a problem, work it out like the adults you tell me you are.” He rinsed his cup, set it in the sink and lifted his hat off the counter. “I’d better get out there and see to that bull.” He started to open the back door, then stopped. “You know, Molly, there’s a place for you here at the ranch if you want it.”
    “Oh?” She grinned. “I guess you can always use an extra hand around the