Revenge was at the front of her thoughts, and she looked briefly down to the hand on her thigh.  It mattered very little to her where he put his hands, though she couldn't deny the slight pleasure to it being there, upon her.  They had shared something, and he'd made her feel wonderful.  For this man, were he not a blood relation, she probably would have done anything.<br/><br/>But, he was her father.<br/><br/>This was all Tony's fault.<br/><br/>"Two towns over.  There's a little inn there that I used to pass when I worked that way.  We can stay there tonight... and figure it out tomorrow.  We... can't go back, Matt."<br/><br/>Pretend he wasn't her dad...?  Yes, that worked for now.  It made having his hand on her easier.