Kyle feels foolish after Carmelita teases him about being a lustful male. He endures a lot of ribbing from her, but it’s a bit much on his male ego at the moment. Fortunately, Emily understands and isn’t deterred by his behavior.
“You look very pretty.”
“You look very wet.” Emily giggled, rubbing his face with the towel. “Thank you.”
Again, he was overcome with the urge to kiss her. She wasn’t more than a foot away. He leaned toward her, lips itching for hers.
“Daddy!” Mindy flopped down on his outstretched legs.
Wincing slightly, he grinned at his daughter. “Mindy! Having fun?”
“Did you see me win?”
“I sure did!”
“Adam heped me! He gived me a ride.”
“I saw. That was very nice of him.”
“He’s my boyfriend.” She nodded solemnly.
“Oh, he is, huh?”
He exchanged a look with Emily. She suppressed a grin.
“Gonna have to talk to that boy,” he murmured to Emily over his shoulder.
“I think this daughter is safe from his wiles for a few more years,” she giggled.
“Not long enough.”
“Daddy, are you gonna come wif me to music?”
“I didn’t know there was music. Do you want me to come?”
She gave him an appraising look. “But you can’t sing good. Miss Emily, can you sing?”
“I sing very well, Mindy.”
“Will you come? We’re gonna sing the princess songs!”
Emily raised an eyebrow, waiting for Kyle to explain.
“The Disney princess songs,” Kyle interpreted. “Jasmine, Ariel, Belle….”
“Ooh, those princesses. I’d love to come. That’s if Daddy hasn’t got other plans.”
“Daddy is thinking of taking a long nap after lunch. You wore me out with all that dancing. You aren’t too tired are you? Don’t let her wear you down.”
“I’d love to go. When is music?”
“We go eat and then we sing. Adam’s other girlfriend told me all about it.”
“His other girlfriend?” Her father looked puzzled.
“Yeah, her name is Maggie. Her’s older than me. Her’s the big girl with blonde hair.” She pointed across the pool.
Maggie was indeed a big girl, probably 5’9”, blonde, very pretty. She had a flock of teenage boys around her. Adam, he noticed, was surrounded by teenage girls.
“Damn,” he whispered, gaping.
Emily smacked his chin, clicking his teeth together painfully. She looked annoyed.
“Sorry. Remember what I said about nice earlier? That was nice taking a holiday.”
“I see that,” was her terse reply.
He brought her hand to his lips as Mindy hopped up and ran to her sister. Who was not, he noticed in passing, flocking around Adam.
“And this is nice returning. I apologize. I’m a man forced into celibacy for over a year. I’m gonna look, but I won’t touch.” No one but you.
His fingers brushed her cheek, bringing her face closer to his. The kiss he’d wanted a few minutes ago tingled his lips, making him smile. Opening his mouth, he teased her lips asking her to open to him. His kiss deepened then, possessing her gently but adamantly.
The none to gentle clearing of a throat behind him made Kyle stop. Turning around, he saw Cindy standing there, tapping her foot, arms crossed, frowning at him. She looked so much like her mother, he nearly choked. Margo had that same expression on her face the first time she saw him—and for a similar reason. He was kissing her younger sister in a more than friendly fashion. She’d been only a few months older than Cindy when they met.
Swallowing hard, he forced a smile. “Hey, baby.”
“Dad, please. Can you control yourself for five minutes? You’re embarrassing me.”
“Sorry, honey. I wasn’t trying to.” If I had been, I’d have broken Adam’s balls for flirting with you. “What do you need?”
“Lita said to come get you so you can get ready for lunch. They’re serving in about twenty minutes. That’s if you can drag yourself away?” She raised an eyebrow, arms akimbo now, foot still tapping angrily.
“I’ll be right down. Thanks.” He hoped she would leave, but she didn’t.
Kyle stood, leaning over to help Emily to her feet. She clung to him for a moment, swaying slightly. Concerned, he held her by the waist until her grip relaxed.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine. I sat too long in the sun. I’ll be okay.”
“I’ll see you to your cabin so you can change.”
“I’m okay, Kyle. Go with your daughter.”
“Sorry, you’re stuck with me. Don Quixote at your service.”
“Gracias, Señor Quixote. I’m alright.”
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