"Yes, she is," he agreed.

“Any news as far as a boyfriend is concerned?"

She shook her head. "None. She broke up with Sam in March. Just as well," she commented. "I never Liked him anyway. Most of her friends went away to school this year. It was hard on her, even though it was her choice to stay home. She could have gotten into the U of I easily.

Or almost anywhere else. But I think she has other ideas where men are concerned." She met his gaze challengingly.

“Like what?" he asked, but his eyes had a hunted look.

“Like her father," she said softly, pitching her voice low, so Sarah couldn't overhear them. "Tell me, Joshua. Have you been having naughty thoughts about your sexy little girl?" She dropped a hand to his groin.

He swallowed.

“If I say yes, are you going to rip my balls off?" he asked.

"No."

"No," he said.

“Not until yesterday, when she started coming on to me in the workshop. Just for an instant, I wondered. What it might be like. But I didn't touch her, Rachel," he said hurriedly. "Didn't lay a finger on her. I would never betray you that way. Or violate her trust.

Christ, she's just a kid."

“A kid who is older than I was when we first met? Rather, say a woman.

A woman who has told me how attracted she is to her own father." She smiled knowingly, patting the growing bulge in his groin.

“I'm not angry, honey. Not at her, not at you. I know you too well. You would never hurt our daughter."

Josh blinked. "Is that it?"

Rachel nodded.

“For now. Oh, awesome," she said, restarting the show.

“This is the one where they blow up the cement truck!"

Alex arrived home fuming at himself.