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to clap my hands to my mouth. Why the hell had I said something silly like that? I felt like any moment my dad was going to realize that I had the hots for one of those bikers, somehow figure out what I’d done just before coming home, and then I was going to be hidden away for the rest of the summer just on the mere possibility that his a baby girl might get close to a biker.
    No, that was the last thing I wanted.
    Except he didn’t seem to notice. Maybe I was being paranoid. He kept his eyes on the television which was a good sign. Usually if he thought I was up to something he was looking straight at me. It always reminded me of one of the nicknames his buddies used when they were over for cards: the human lie detector.
    It had been exhausting being a teenager in this house trying to get away with anything. That was one reason why I turned out to be such a good kid. I didn’t really have a choice in the matter.
    His eyes did narrow though. I saw a frown that gave me some idea of what people were talking about when they said he had the kind of face that could get a confession in five minutes flat. I was sure it wasn’t quite the face he used, they said that was terrifying, but it was close enough that it sent a chill running down my spine that was completely unlike the chills I’d gotten from Reno earlier.
    “Some of those guys might seem nice baby,” he said. “But trust me when I say that none of them are any good. They’re into dangerous stuff. Stuff I wouldn’t want to see you getting wrapped up in.”
    I blinked. Maybe he’d read more into what I said than I thought. I smiled and leaned down to kiss him on top of the head. He had some stubble coming in.
    “You know I wouldn’t get involved in anything dangerous daddy,” I said. “And it looks like you’re due for a refresher on the cue ball.”
    I ran a hand along the top of his head feeling the bristles from the hair that was starting to come in. He chuckled and reached up to pat my hand.
    “I know you’re careful baby,” he said. “I also know that there are things out there you can’t control. I just worry about you.”
    “You don’t have anything to worry about daddy,” I said.
    And it wasn’t a lie. Not really. So a hot biker had asked me for my phone number. I told him no, I told him that I wasn’t interested. Sure maybe things got a little out of control later that night but it was just a onetime thing. It’s not like I was marrying the guy or something. And he still didn’t have my phone number.
    Either way I wasn’t going to mention any of that to my dad because I still wasn’t sure if he knew about the bikers on the beach from Mr. Reynolds giving him a call or from one of the useless rookies they kept in the beach shack telling other people on the force what had happened today.
    That was another thing you learned having a detective for a father. You didn’t squeal if you weren’t sure he didn’t already have the information.
    “Anyways daddy,” I said. “I think I’m going to get some sleep. We have a fun day at the beach tomorrow.”
    “Think I’m going to hit the sack too baby,” my dad said. “I might be working late tomorrow, so don’t be surprised if I’m not here when you get in.”
    “Okay, stay safe,” I said.
    I was used to him working odd hours. It was part of the territory when you were the daughter of a police detective. I turned and made my way upstairs, exhaustion setting in more and more with each step I took. By the time I got up to my room I collapsed on my bed and passed out almost immediately. No sitting and tossing and turning waiting for sleep to come get me.
    It had been a long, exhausting day. But I had tomorrow to look forward to. A day of fun, and a day of absolutely no bikers giving me trouble.
    Yeah, right. Like that actually happened. But that’s a story for another day…
     
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