Page 47 of Break Out

I stifle a giggle and nod my head. I’m sweating too. I’m going to need another shower after this.

“You okay,” Brody asks, walking over with two bottles of water. “Here,” he says, handing me one of the bottles before passing the other to Bri.

“Thanks. You’re a lifesaver.” Bri flashes Brody a grin. Devon stayed back at the hotel today because the sitter they had lined up had to cancel at the last minute.

“Thanks, babe.” I take a swig of water.

Brody moves closer to me, and I stiffen, unsure of what he’s going to do. “Relax, beautiful,” he says, brushing his lips against my cheek. Before I can respond, Mother is telling us to head into the museum.

I heave out a sigh of relief as cold air hits my skin. We’re greeted in the foyer by a young woman with a name tag that reads Maria, a tour guide I assume, who starts to tell us about the house.

“We don’t have time for a tour. I was informed that we could take pictures inside,” Mother barks out, interrupting her.

“Oh, yes. Of course. Right this way,” Maria says, gesturing for us to follow her.

“You okay?” Brody asks, falling into step next to me, grabbing my hand and lacing his fingers through mine.

“Fine. Just hot. And tired. Ready to be done.”

“You think they’re buying it?”

I glance around at the rest of our party. “Yeah. Although I think that everyone is so hot at this point, they’re barely noticing what’s going on.”

“That was exhausting.” I flop down onto the couch, kicking my sandals off a few hours later. It’s only a little after three, but I feel like I’ve been on my feet for the past twenty-four hours.

We didn’t even walk that far—the trolley drove us around to all the locations and dropped us at the door. But I spent the past five hours with my family. In ninety degree weather and a ridiculous amount of humidity. Something I’m not used to.

“And we still have dinner.”

“Don’t remind me.” I groan, leaning back against the cushions and closing my eyes.

“At least lunch was good.”

“Yeah. It was,” I say, thinking about the delicious freshly grilled mahi mahi and shrimp I had. “I’m jealous that you got to actually see everything. I had to stand there for countless pictures,” I say, looking over at him.

My phone dings with a text message.

Summer: You alive?

I huff out a laugh and text her back.

Me: Yeah, I’m alive. Barely.

She texts back quickly.

Summer: Barely? Call me later. I need the details.

I send her a thumbs up, and set my phone on the coffee table.

Brody studies me. “Summer?”

“Yeah. She was checking in.”

He nods but doesn’t say anything, pulling my feet into his lap instead.

I let out a moan as he gently starts massaging the sole of my foot. “That feels so good.”

“Good.”