Chapter 193: Roll the Dice

She wasn't able to keep it from her father. He was more observant than she gave him credit for and the moment she had changed her routine, Bert knew it was more than a business meeting. Of course, she decided to go with painted-on jeans, instead of a skirt and that helped give her away. Finally, she confessed her plan for the evening—well, part of the plan. Her father didn't need to be privy to everything, after all. To her surprise, he didn't argue with her or demand to accompany her. Instead, he just said to bring him home some pizza.

As she stood in the kitchen saying goodbye, she shifted in place, pulling down on the pant legs of her jeans in an attempt to keep them from riding up into her crotch. Her father chuckled from a chair at the kitchen table. She arched an eyebrow at him. "What?"

"I was wondering why you chose that outfit to begin with, if you were so uncomfortable, and then I remembered who you were going to see."

"What does that mean? I wore jeans in case Mr. Brewer need