She glanced over at me. “I was nineteen.”
“Almost twenty.” I cleared my throat.
Blair laughed.
“How old was Dad?” he asked.
“Thirty-six,” she offered.
Nicholas’s brows drew in. “Did you think he was weird, Mom?”
“Not at all.” She laughed. “I was sort of the weird one back then.”
“I can attest to that.” I raised my hand. “But meeting your mother was the best thing that ever happened to me.”
His forehead scrunched. “What did you guys do here?”
“We went kayaking and…ate a lot.” Blair cleared her throat.
Right. I remembered beingveryhungry on that trip. “We explored the jellyfish a bit, too…” I smirked over at Blair.
Nicholas narrowed his eyes. “So I wouldn’t be here if you’d never met?”
“That’s right.” She pinched his cheek. “And I couldn’t imagine that.”
“Me neither.” He sipped his slushie.
“You know what we can do later?” I tickled my daughter.
“What?” Dessy squeaked.
“There’s a dessert bar, and you know what they have?”
“What?” She kicked her legs excitedly.
“Your favorite. Strawberries dipped in chocolate!”
“My favorite, too,” Blair chimed in.
“Your favorite thing to torture me with, yes,” I murmured. “I’ll never forget that.”
“It was all part of my evil plan.” She winked.
I had my own evil plan tonight and could only hope the kids would sleep soundly so I could get some action. At least we had a suite with a separate bedroom.Wish me luck.
After we left the pool and cleaned up, the four of us headed down to one of the resort restaurants for dinner.
“Good evening, everyone,” the server said as she approached our table.
I looked up at her.Holy shit. She looked familiar.
“Hey… I know you people.” She smirked. “Been a while…”
It was the same waitress from years back who’d caught us in Blair’s lie about me being her father, celebrating my fiftieth birthday.
She turned to Blair. “I see you and yourfatherhave a little tribe now…”
Blair’s face reddened.
