Enemy's Secret - Ashlee Price Page 0,54

good she felt in my arms before that.

When Greyson suggests we go for lunch, I jump at the opportunity.

"You seem... distracted," he says after we've arrived at Beckta, ordered and eaten and drunk a bit in its airy window-filled room. "Happy but distracted."

"Lot going on," I say simply.

"It's OK if it's her," he says. "She give you an answer for Disney World?"

"She's coming," I say.

"Nolan won't be happy," Greyson says, a wry twist to his mouth and amusement in his blue eyes. He has a new light beard that matches his tousled hair - Harley's request, apparently. "Then again, he already planned to sit this one out as, and I quote, 'an act of protest'."

I roll my eyes. "Emerson?"

"Doesn't want to get in the middle of this," Greyson returns. "Plus, he figures - and rightly - that he'd be the fifth wheel. The only one without a date. The girl he's seeing is just casual, so he doesn't want to go there with her."

"Guess that's fair."

"What about work?" Greyson asks. "How's the whole President thing going?"

"About the same," I admit. "Feeling less like I'm out of my depth every day."

Greyson chuckles. "That's the spirit. Remember, if you need any advice, I'm here."

"I may have one question." I frown. I didn't plan on saying anything, but it just slipped out, so might as well. "When the whole thing with Harley was going down, how did you..."

"Focus on work?" Greyson laughs. "Easy: I didn't. Probably wasn't the greatest President for those first few heated weeks between us, but what can you do? That's love for you."

I avoid his knowing gaze.

"You want my advice on the whole Kyra dilemma?" he asks.

"Not really," I say.

"Too bad," he says. "You really like her? Don't mess this up."

"That isn't advice," I scoff, sipping my Screwdriver.

I low-key mocked Greyson when he ordered us drinks at noon, but this is coming in handy. God knows I need something to take the edge off.

"Don't be afraid to try to make it work with her," he's saying now. "And be honest with her."

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"I just know that last time - "

"We're not talking about last time."

"Did you even tell her about it?"

I down the whole drink, glaring at him over the rim. "What difference does that make?"

Greyson sips his own drink. "You tell me."

I don't like where this conversation is taking us.

"About Disney World," I say. "You got any preferences?"

"I know Harley was wanting to check out Epcot, but not really, no," Greyson says. "You?"

"I'm game for whatever Kyra and Madison want to do."

"Madison," Greyson says thoughtfully. "So, that's her daughter?"

"Yep."

"What's she like?"

"She's cool. Funny. Cute."

"The father?"

"Not in the picture. Kyra won't tell me anything about him."

"Maybe he was a rebound," Greyson suggests. "Since the kid is what, nine?"

"Yeah."

I bite at the remainder of cantaloupe I left. "How are things with you and Harley?"

"Being a dad is tricky," Greyson says. "But Harley's great. No complaints here."

He stretches, smiling like a damn fool.

Although it suits him - married life. He almost makes it look appealing, settling down, having a kid. Almost.

"Yeah, yeah, you're the poster boy for marital bliss," I tell him, "but I should get going. I have some ladies to visit. I can pay on my way out."

"Fair enough," Greyson says, rising. "But I can get the bill this time. Just - Landon?"

"Yeah?"

"Be careful."

I give him a quick back-patting hug. "Thanks, old man. See you at the airport."

"See you - don't be late."

"That was one time - and that was Nolan's fault."

"Yeah, yeah."

**

It turns out that Kyra and Madison are out, so I end up going back to my place to pack.

The next few days pass in a quick blur. Before I know it, I'm in a cab pulled up to their place, with a duffel bag of my stuff at my feet.

"Hello, stranger," Kyra says, after she's loaded her and Maddy's luggage into the trunk.

She's wearing a loose teal shirt that's slightly sheer - sheer enough to get me excited.

Although I put that thought away - for now.

"Hey there," Maddy says.

"You're looking Florida ready," I say, pointing to her hat with Minnie Mouse ears.

She giggles. "Where's yours?"

I pat my duffel bag. "Mine's a special hat, though."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah - it's indestructible."

"No way." Her eyes slit with delighted suspicion.

"Yeah way," I tell her, "Even if an elephant eats it, it comes out whole."

"Liar!" she declares with a delighted giggle.

"Madison," Kyra scolds, although she's frowning at me. "What's up with you?"

"It's true," I say, unzipping my