start eating.
It feels so easy, natural, being here with them. Harley and Madison hit it off right away.
"I hope I get a little girl just like you," Harley confides in Madison, after cracking up at how Madison moved her fries into the shape of an anteater.
"If you're lucky," Madison says with a giggle.
"If you two ever want babysitting on this trip, just let me know," Harley says.
"Will do," Kyra tells her.
She's wearing the kind of smile that I know from experience is real. I let out a breath I hadn't even realized I was holding in.
This is actually going well.
Before I know it, it's time to take a protesting Madison up for bed. "Mom, we barely saw anything!"
"It's 10:00 PM, Maddy," Kyra says sternly. "Two hours past your bedtime."
"We're on vacation."
"You're exhausted," Kyra says. "I saw you nodding off in the cab ride on the way here."
"Was not."
"I'm not having this argument with you now." She takes Madison's hand. "I promise we can have a grand tour tomorrow - and go on any rides you like."
A sly grin. "Any rides?"
"Any ones you're old enough for."
I rise to join them.
"It's fine," Kyra says, "you enjoy yourself. I'll be back in fifteen."
"I'd rather join," I say, coming along.
Sure enough, up in their room, we've barely read the first page of her Arthur book before Madison's out like a light. Kyra strokes her head with a little chuckle. "I knew that trip tired her right out."
"Her and you both," I say with a smile. "You were conked the whole plane ride."
I take her hand and lead her to a side door. "I need to show you the best part." I open it to show her an even nicer room, all marble floor and black and blue furniture. "Got a room right beside."
"Oh yeah?" she says, making for the bed. She eyes me sleepily. "Think I might... take a nap, if that's OK?"
Although her on that bed has my thoughts going elsewhere, if my girl wants a nap...
Enough with that 'my girl' BS.
"Sure," I tell her.
Now that I'm thinking about it, I'm about to pass out myself. So, I cuddle up next to Kyra's already asleep form and wrap my arms around her, and less than a minute later, I'm asleep myself.
**
When I wake up and look at my phone, I groan. Midnight. So much for sleeping through the night.
"What is it?" Kyra asks with a yawn.
I roll over to eye her. "You awake too?"
She flutters her lashes with a mischievous smirk. "Nope. I'm sleep-talking."
That gets both of us laughing.
"Know what it's the perfect time for?" Kyra asks.
My lips go to hers and she pulls away with a giggle. "OK, point taken. But I was thinking of something else."
I scowl, and she plants a kiss right at the corner of my lips. "Let's check out the pool."
"Right now?"
She quirks an eyebrow. "You got plans?"
"Actually..."
She slaps my oncoming hand away. "Come on. Let's check it out."
"But what about - "
"Harley said she can watch Madison. If she's up, let's do it."
At my hesitation, she continues, "Trust me. After Madison's made us go on every ride in the park, we'll be too exhausted to do anything other than pass out tomorrow night."
I yawn. Part of me's too exhausted to do much now - but then again, the prospect of seeing Kyra in a sexy little swimsuit...
"Here," Kyra says, getting out of bed, "I'll leave so you won't be distracted."
I frown at her. "And if I enjoyed the distraction?"
She's already headed to the closet to change. "Then you'll get more of it when we get to the pool. Maybe."
That's enough to get me shooting Harley a text. She responds almost immediately, is as happy as a husky in snow about the prospect of watching Madison for a bit.
A few minutes of changing, a few more minutes of Kyra going over what to watch out for with Harley - she really is thorough - and we're out of the room walking down the slightly lemon-scented hallway.
"If the pool is as deserted as these hallways..." Kyra trails off as we walk along.
I sneakily cop a feel.
"Landon!" she scolds me.
"Couldn't help it," I grumble. "Maybe if your cover-up actually did its job..."
Kyra tries to glare at me, but just ends up giggling. "Oh, so now this is my fault, is it?"
"Actually, it's your ass's fault, but sure."
She gives me a playful slap, and then we're there.
I press my key card onto the door, then hold it open for her. She