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her house to find her naked and waiting. Sometimes she wasn’t one for needing or wanting foreplay. She stayed ready.
    And that stirred his dick to life as he grabbed a thick washcloth and bar of soap to lather his body, giving a tug to his semihardness as he dragged the sudsy rag across it. Saving his face and head for last, Quint rinsed off the dark contours of his body before turning off the shower and pulling back the curtain to dry off while the steam of the shower beat away any chance of a chill racing across his nude form.
    After a quick brush of the teeth, he headed back into his bedroom to throw on another pair of running pants and T-shirt—not even bothering with boxers. For what?
    He sprayed on his most subtle cologne before he gathered the items he had tossed on the bed earlier. He noticed another text from Joni.
    Knock, knock.
    Looking up from his phone, he called out, “Come in, Lei.”
    The door opened and Quint’s slashing brows dipped in concern at the flushed look of his daughter’s usually bright and sweet caramel face.
    â€œI think I ate too much. I don’ feel good at all, ” she said, leaning in the doorway as she rubbed her stomach and pouted.
    Quint crossed the room and pressed his palm against her forehead and cheeks. “You feel warm, kid,” he said.
    Seconds later she turned and rushed back into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
    Quint followed behind her and tried to open the door. It was locked. He frowned. “Lei, I can take seeing you throwing up.”
    â€œIt’s not coming up anymore. Ugh!”
    Not coming up?
    And then his face filled with understanding. He stepped back from the door. “Either you caught a bug or it was something you ate.”
    â€œUhm, Daddy, can this talk wait a sec?”
    Quint smiled at her dry tone. He strolled into the kitchen and checked the fridge. Deciding on the bottle of cranberry juice, he poured a big glass and carried it to Lei’s room to set it on her wooden nightstand.
    Rubbing his hand over his eyes, he left the apartment and sat on the bottom of the steps.
    Looking back down at his phone, he texted Joni back: Raincheck??
    He couldn’t go lay up or do a sex drive-by while his kid was sick. This was not going to happen. Joni could wait. Joni would wait.
    Lei came first in his priorities, and Quint was not willing to compromise on that.
    Quint worked at a metal-fabricating plant since his early twenties; but when Lei moved in with him two years ago, he requested a switch from third shift and was denied. He didn’t quit, but he immediately started looking for another job. At the time Lei was just ten and there was no way he was happy about leaving her alone at night. Next-door neighbors at his house in Walterboro helped out, but he knew he couldn’t impose on them forever. And it never once crossed his mind to send his daughter to live with his mother. Not once.
    In the end it all worked out. He eventually found the job at the complex. There was a dip in salary, but it came with a rent-free apartment. He rented out the house, since the once-easy mortgage payment would be a strain. This way he still owned the three-bedroom brick duplex, and the rent covered the mortgage. He now lived rent free and could be home for his daughter. Win-win, win-win—even if the smaller living space was a bit of a loss.
    Bzzz . . .
    He looked down at his phone. Joni. NO PROBLEM. TILL NEXT TIME.
    Seconds later a picture of her pressing her fingertips against her clit populated the screen. Quint couldn’t lie. It looked good. Damn good.
    â€œShit,” he swore, rising to his feet to walk back into the apartment to check on Lei.
    She was deep under the bright colorful covers on her full-sized bed, with nothing but the tip of her head peeking out. He came around the bed to stand over her. “Feel bad?”
    Lei looked up at him and nodded. “Thanks for my juice,” she said.
    â€œWell,