“Maybe you don’t remember the punishment for sass,” Will said mildly as he unsnapped Sam’s overalls.
“I’m a little too big for you to make me sit in a chair until I apologize.”
He shot her a look. “Don’t bet on it.”
“Dad.” Sighing, she set the bear aside. “From the time I turned thirteen you’ve interrogated every male I’ve brought into the house.”
“I like to know who my daughter’s seeing socially. There’s no crime in that.”
“There is the way you do it.”
Sam gurgled and kicked his feet as Will freed him of his diaper. Will dusted powder on him, enjoying the scent. “I liked you better when you were this size.”
“Tough.” She walked over to rest her elbow on his shoulder. Even at her most rebellious, she’d never been able to do anything but love him. “I suppose you’re going to grill the girls Sam brings home when he starts dating.”
“Of course. I’m not sexist.” Neither was he stupid. “Do you want to tell me that you and J.T. have been spending a few platonic days in the cabin?”
“No.”
“I didn’t think so.” He fastened a fresh diaper on his son. Life had been so simple, he thought, when all he’d had to worry about was diaper rash and teething. “Sunny, you haven’t known the man more than a few weeks.”
She stuck her tongue in her cheek. “Does this mean you’ve changed your views on free love?”
“The sexual revolution is over.” He snapped Sam’s overalls again. “For several very good reasons.”
She held up a hand. “Before you start listing them, why don’t I tell you I agree with you?”
That took some of the wind out of his sails. Sunny had come by her argumentative nature honestly. “Good. Then we understand each other.”
“That promiscuity is neither morally or ethically correct or physically wise? Absolutely, I’ve never been promiscuous.”
“I’m relieved to hear it.” Seeing Sam’s eyes droop, Will took him to the crib. After winding up a mobile of circus animals, he laid his son down.
“I didn’t say I was a virgin.”
Will winced—he hated to think of himself as a fusty prude—then sighed. “I guess I suspected as much.”
“Want to make me sit in a chair until I apologize?”
His lips quirked. “I don’t think it would do much good at this point. It’s not that I don’t trust your judgment, Sunbeam.”
She’d never been able to resist him. Moving closer, she took his face in her hands and kissed him. “But your judgment is so much better.”
“Naturally.” He grinned and patted her bottom. “It’s one of the few advantages of hitting forty.”
“You’ll never be forty.” She managed to keep her lips from curving. “Dad, I might as well confess. I have been with a man before.”
“Not that weasely Carl Lommins.”
She made a face. “Give me some credit. And don’t interrupt—I’m making a point. When I was with someone it was because I was fond of him, because there was mutual respect and there was responsibility. You taught me that, you and Mom.”
“So you’re telling me I’m not supposed to worry about your relationship with J.T.”
“No, I’m not telling you not to worry. But I am telling you I’m not fond of him.”
“Well, then—”
“I’m in love with him.”