Tyler led Zoe into the kitchen, where he quickly poured her something to drink. "Here you go, sweetie," he said. He hadn't noticed, but he was now dressed in a sensible powder-blue blouse, a pair of white capris, and 3-inch heels. He didn't think any of this was out of the ordinary. Well, there may have been a whisper at the back of his mind telling him that this wasn't right, that he shouldn't be dressing like a woman, and most of all that he didn't know this girl. But that was ridiculous, right? This was Zoe, his daughter.
"Thank you," Zoe said gratefully, taking the cup from the former jock.
