Page 92 of Hot Momosa
Leo
Thinkingabout my day gave me whiplash.
It’d started great. What’s not to love about a fishing trip with my brothers? But everything had gone from bad to hellish in the blink of an eye. Although, there had been a few shining moments of happiness. I never would have thought Artie would agree to co-parent the poodles.
Another of those bright spots stood beside me at the bathroom sink while we brushed our teeth. There was something so weirdly intimate about tandem oral hygiene—a dance of rinsing and spitting, timed perfectly to avoid getting in each other’s way.
I leaned closer to the mirror to check for rogue nose and eyebrow hairs. “What are the chances of getting Harrison to publicly admit he lied about Gunnar’s paternity?”
“Somewhere between fat chance and never gonna happen.” She spoke with toothpaste in her mouth.
“Then we need to get some dirt on him. Something so juicy he’d rather be humiliated than have it come out.”
She rinsed and spat. “Shanna’s trying to track down his ex-wife and the women who accused him of abuse.”
“That could work, if one of them is willing to threaten to go public.”
“It’s a long shot.” Dahlia frowned, and then her face brightened. “I forgot to tell you the good thing that happened at the governor’s mansion.”
I highly doubted anything pleasant could happen in that antebellum palace of horrors, but I refrained from commenting. “What’s that?”
“My father more or less gave us his blessing.”
Stunned speechless, I almost missed her slipping out of her cute little dress and stepping into the shower. As luck would have it, I turned in time to see the fabric hit the floor and her sweet ass disappearing behind the frosted glass.
Dahlia peeked out. “You can join me, but we have to hurry. Gunnar’s going to wake up soon.”
I stripped and stepped in behind her. The water temperature was exactly the way I liked it—warm enough to turn me pink but not enough to sting. “I can do quick.”
She bit her lip likely holding back a smart-assed comment as she moved to give me access to the water.
“What exactly did the gov’nah have to say?”
Dahlia’s gaze roamed over my body, and a sexy little smile graced her lips. “We’re standing here naked and wet after an argument, and you want to talk?”
“I’m all about quick make-up sex, but I’m curious.” I reached around her, grabbed the pouf, and soaped it up.
“He asked if I was in love with you. I told him I was, and he said he was happy for me.” She lathered the shampoo until her dark hair was covered in suds.
Once again, I found myself dumbstruck.
How is it possible for her to be so damned sexy while doing the most mundane things?
“What?” She laughed as she moved under the water.
“Wash my back?” I tossed her the pouf and turned. “I don’t get it. He’s hated me since day one. Why the change?”
“I suspect he’s getting old and realizing he’s wasted his youth in a bad marriage.” Dahlia scrubbed with one hand and caressed with the other. “My mom was full of surprises, too. She actually stood up for us.”
“Wow. That’s…something.” Salt, sunscreen, and sweat ran from my hair into my eyes, along with a bit of shampoo. Temporarily blinded, I asked, “Did Robert behave himself?”
Dahlia didn’t respond.
I didn’t need the benefit of sight to know she’d frowned.
“He threatened me or you or both of us if I didn’t end our relationship. The typical ‘You’re risking your father’s career’ routine.”
I placed my hands on her waist and changed positions. Standing under the water, I chose my words carefully. After all, she had said something about a quickie. The last thing I wanted to do was spoil her mood. “He’s looking out for your father and his job, but that doesn’t give him the right to threaten you.”