Just leave her alone, of course

"Well, I guess I'll go then..." Jack mumbled eventually, after realizing what his redhead daughter had actually been doing when he came to look in her room. He wasn't quite able to start moving right away though, as he was still distracted by the idea of catching her red handed like this, and he found himself eyeing her well shaped thighs and bottom, in search for another sign that would further prove his theory.

Not that it really mattered, as he came to realize a few seconds later, and it made him feel like a bit of a creep for taking such interest in one of his own daughters. Even more so when she glanced back at him again, as if to ask what he was still doing in her room, and only then was he finally able to get on his way back to the hallway outside.

"Just don't forget about dinner...!" He told her as he passed through the doorway, in lack of anything better to say, but then quietly cursed his own tongue while closing the door behind him. Even if the comment was innocent enough on it's own, it felt to Jack like he'd managed to make it sound he wasn't talking about Jennifer's reading at all, and he could only hope that the girl didn't notice the difference in his tone as much as he did himself...