Dominique shook her head. They were worse than mother hens. Or were they mother hens. Her thought process was a bit fuzzy. Probably shouldn't have taken that last firewhiskey shot. "More like wanting to know how the night went, Daddy." She winked at her brother. "It's payment for helping me get ready."
Crossing her legs, she pulled her skirt down as it rode up. "And it went fine. I had lots of fun. He didn't even step on my toes."