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“I noticed crumpled sheets and a few condom wrappers strewn on the floor of the bedroom down the hall when I walked past. I’m not judging.” He folds the dress and places it in the box. “But if you didn’t feel a connection, I’m surprised you’re still seeing her.”

“I’m not.”

“Then who spent the night?”

I pause, not sure what to tell him about Wynter. If I can tell him about Wynter. She made it sound like she didn’t want anyone to know. But Declan’s not from around here. He’s probably the only person I can talk to about Wynter without it blowing up in our faces.

“There’s this…girl.”

He blows out a laugh. “There always is. Just not the girl you took to dinner this weekend?”

“No. She grew up next door. In fact, she used to babysit me.”

“An older woman.” He lets out a low whistle. “Good for you. The part where you went to dinner with one woman and are already sleeping with another? Less good. You should clear that up with girl number one sooner rather than later.”

“I plan on it,” I assure him.

“So what happened? Not the specifics,” he adds quickly. “Just the bullet points.”

“I’ve had a huge crush on Wynter for as long as I can remember. I figured it was just a boyish infatuation. She was eighteen. I was ten. Back then, every boy in school was in love with her.”

He chuckles, scanning another one of my mom’s dresses for damage. “And now?”

“Now she’s home for the first time in years, and I still feel something for her. It’s different than it was when I was younger. We’ve spent some time together and have really talked. But I didn’t plan to actually pursue anything.”

“Because she’s older?”

I shake my head. “She just learned her husband’s been cheating on her.”

“I see.”

“But last night after I got home from work, I grabbed a beer and went out on the back porch. A while later, she also slipped out onto her deck. I offered her a drink…”

“And gave her a lot more than a drink.”

It should feel weird talking to Declan about my sex life, considering he’s my father, not to mention he was a stranger barely a week ago. But the only other father figure I’ve ever really had is Coach Hayes. I can’t exactly talk to Wynter’s dad about fucking his daughter.

Plus, I actually like Declan. He hasn’t tried to force himself into the role of my father. He’s simply been here for me in whatever capacity I’m comfortable with.

Like I’m doing with Wynter.

And if that capacity allows me to share a bed with her at night, even better.

“I definitely did,” I finally answer, unable to rein in my smile.

“And where does this leave you two?”

“We’re taking it one day at a time. She has a lot of stuff to deal with. Leaving her husband. Figuring out what comes next. What she wants out of life. So we’re going to enjoy ourselves for however long we can.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

Especially with how amazing the sex is. But I don’t tell him that. I’m not sure we’re at that part of our relationship quite yet.

“It sounds like you have feelings for this woman.”

“Of course I do.”