*Oliver*

“Jolee, what are you doing here?” I asked, releasing her arm.

“What are you doing here, Dad!?” she asked back. She nodded to me.

I looked down, being reminded that I was just wearing a T-shirt and boxers. Harper came up behind me, dressed in nothing but a robe. It was impossible to hide what we’d been doing.

“I don’t believe that is any of your business,” I said gently.

“Are you kidding? You’re my dad, and Harper ...