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“I’m going home. Call me when she gets back.” She grabs her purse and keys forcefully. As she’s about to leave, she turns. “And you need to get a haircut, your beard’s too long. I’ve never liked it that long.”

“Luckily I don’t give a fuck what you like any more.” And I slam the door shut in her face.

The one person’s opinion I do care about loves my beard without a doubt, and I can’t wait for the next time I can rub it all over her thighs.

The girls have been gone all day. I texted both of them and neither of them answered. I finally hear the car in the driveway at eleven. I decide that it’s better to call it a night then to rehash the events of the day, so I don’t go out to meet them, instead I slide into bed relieved that they’re both back under my roof, and drift off to sleep.

There’s a soft knock on my door but before I’m able to move, it opens. Lily’s little body sneaks inside. I turn to the bedside table and see that it’s almost one in the morning.

“Come ‘ere baby,” I whisper.

She locks the door behind her. “I want to talk to you.”

“From there?” I ask, sitting up.

“Yeah, from here.” She’s sitting on the edge of the bed and not on my face like I want her to.

I run my hand though my hair and let out a breath. This can’t be good. Lily and I, we don’t really talk. I mean, we do, but it’s usually about sex, or during sex, or about the sex we just had. And this doesn’t seem like that kind of conversation.

“You’re pushing Charlotte away,” she says.

“Lil—”

“Stop. I know it’s not my business. Trust me, you’ve made that abundantly clear.” I go to interrupt, but she holds her hand up. “It’s not my business, you’re right, but I was dragged here and I know better than anyone what she’s going through. Sort of. If my parents would’ve come down on me the way you all are on Charlotte, I would’ve done exactly what she did. Most teenagers would. You’re too strict, and that’s why she feels trapped and thinks marriage is the only option.”

“I know. I know. You’re right. But what the hell am I supposed to do, Lily?”

“Trust her.”

“Pft!” I’m starting to get agitated.

“You may not want to hear it, Linc, but she’s having sex. It’s normal. Nothing wrong with it.”

“She’s too young.”

“We’re practically the same age.”

I grab her by the wrist and tug her against me. “Don’t fucking remind me.”

“Let me go, Linc.”

“What’s wrong? Why are you being so cold?”

“Today was weird for me. This is weird for me. Your ex-wife was here. Charlie’s in the next room. I felt like the awkward fourth wheel.”

I know exactly what she means. “How do you think I felt? My old fuck and my new fuck. What a giant mess.”

She flinches, and I immediately regret the words.

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LILY

Jesus. Of all the things he’s ever said to me, that just may have been the most hurtful. I flinch and pull away. “I’ll be outta here first thing tomorrow and at least that’ll be one less thing for you to have to deal with.” I turn to walk out of the room, trying to keep my tears from leaking out.

“I can’t seem to get anything right today, can I?” He stands, lifts me over his shoulder, and carries me to his bed. “Both of my girls hate me.”

“Char doesn’t hate you. You’re her dad.”

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