"Sorry about the hamburger, honey," Rick said. "I didn't think we should wait around to order another. The cops might show up."

Melody wasn't worried about hamburgers. She wasn't even thinking about food. She was looking at her father in anew way. Damn, she had seen fights before and they had always excited her, but she had never seen anybody move like her father. He had messed those guys up as easily as a man handling children.

Melody felt something she'd never felt before. Her breathing was a little fast and her nipples were pressed tautly against the fabric of her sweater. She could feel a warm little knot in her belly. She moved closer to her father. Rick noticed her trembling, but he didn't say anything. He also noticed the way she kept staring at him and the way she licked her lips. But he was quiet.

He parked in front of the small house he owned. He helped her with her bags. She didn't like the house, but she really wasn't looking at it very hard. She was too busy looking at her father. She just hadn't noticed what a handsome man he was. He seemed to walk with the grace of an animal, and she could see muscles rippling beneath his shirt. He was a lot better looking than any of her mother's boyfriends.

She could feel a fluttery sensation in her stomach as she thought about what he'd done to those three bikers. He opened the door, and she went into his house. She was so close to him that she could smell his strong aftershave.

"Dad," she said. "I thought about it and, you know, I didn't even give you a hug at the airport. A girl should hug her father."

Melody knew she didn't want just a simple hug. She couldn't help what she was feeling. She wanted to be close to her father in a way she never had been before.

Melody moved forward suddenly and pressed her ripe, young body against his. She could feel his tenseness immediately. He responded quickly, and she could feel the hardening in his trousers. She knew he was excited by her.