Carly spent the next couple of hours in her old bedroom, which she now used only for keeping the overflow of her clothes and also for doing her homework or when she wanted privacy to talk or text her friends. Ken stayed downstairs and busied himself in the house and yard. He should've done some work for his online business, but he couldn't think straight. He felt guilty for the way he'd been thinking about his daughter. If she stayed at home and kept sleeping in his bed, he didn't know how he could ever keep control over his manly urges.

Yet he also felt bad about making her feel...