Besides, he had a point. I never stopped. An hour in the sun wouldn’t kill me.
“Fine,” I sighed. “But only for an hour. And you call me if she wakes up.”
Griffin’s smile was quick and victorious. “Deal.”
I pushed myself off the sofa and made my way to my suitcase, already second-guessing this decision. Rummaging through the neatly folded clothes, I found the only swimsuit I’d packed, a deep green bikini, the kind I rarely wore outside of spa days.
I hesitated, fingers brushing over the fabric. It wasn’t that revealing. At least not by the current fashion trends. The deep green top tied behind my neck, cupping my breasts just enough to be dangerous without crossing into impractical. The bottoms sat high on my hips but dipped scandalously low in the front, curving just above my pubic bone, baring more skin than I usually did outside of private, very controlled situations.
I hadn’t planned on wearing it. Hadn’t even thought about it. But it was this or nothing.
And it was just a swimsuit.
I changed quickly, refusing to overthink it. I grabbed a sheer white cover-up, tying it loosely at my waist before stepping back into the suite.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, Griffin was leaning against my doorway, Hazel still sleeping soundly against his chest. He was murmuring something to her when he glanced up and stopped moving entirely.
I grabbed my sunglasses and phone. “If you need anything, call me. I won’t be long.”
I brushed past him and headed for the door.
“Wait,” Griffin said, voice rough. “I’m coming with you.”
I blinked. “No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am.” He handed me Hazel and disappeared into his room.
Frowning, I followed him, torn between confusion and irritation. “That’s a terrible idea.”
“Nah, it’ll be great.” He rifled through his suitcase, tossing clothes aside until he found what he was searching for. He pulled his swim trunks out with a triumphant grin.
I stared at him, barely resisting the urge to throw something. This man was going to be the death of me.
“The whole point of this was for me to have an hour off,” I said slowly, like he was a wild animal I was trying not to startle. “You said I should take a break. How am I supposed to relax with you there?”
“Easy. You sit. You read. You ignore me.” He didn’t even glance up. “I’ll handle Hazel.”
“That’s not how breaks work.”
“It is today.” He tossed the swim shorts onto the bed and grabbed a towel from the en suite. “I’m not letting you wander off to some rooftop pool alone.”
“Why not?”
“Because.” He finally met my eyes, jaw set. “You’re not here to get hit on by some trust fund idiot at a hotel bar. You’re here for Hazel.”
My mouth fell open. “I wasn’t planning on?—”
“Good.” He brushed past me, heading for the bathroom. “Then we’re in agreement.”
“No, we’re not.”
He sighed and turned back to me, crossing his arms. “Why?”
“If you get seen at the pool with a baby, the internet will have an aneurysm.” I dragged a hand through my hair. “You’re in Singapore in the middle of a race week. The second someone takes a picture, the speculation ramps up.”
“We’re not staying in the drivers’ hotel.” He shrugged. “Nobody’s looking for me here.”
“Your face is on billboards all over the city.”
