Page 12 of The Layover

“That look didn’t say good.”

“What’s going on?” Raul sounded concerned.

Lee pursed her lips. “Nothing. I’m not a fan of sleeping on wet hair.”

“Grab your brush or comb, and a hair tie.” Raul’s tone said there was no room for disagreement.

Lee looked like she was considering arguing anyway. “Why?”

I had a feeling because I said so wasn’t going to fly, but I knew what Raul was up to. He did this for Eloise on a regular basis. “He’s going to fix your hair problem.”

“I don’t…” Lee looked between us. “Okay. You’ve got me curious.” She rifled through her bag, and emerged with a comb. She pulled the black band off her wrist and handed both to Raul.

He pulled a chair away from a desk near the window. “Sit.”

Though Lee raised her brows, she complied.

With practiced efficiency, Raul pulled the comb through her hair enough to take out the tangles. It was very different watching him do this to this stunning woman than with our daughter. He was as gentle, but the way Lee’s eyelids fluttered when he ran his fingers along her scalp, the slight part of her lips when he tugged a little too hard, was alluring.

Within minutes, a neat braid hung down her back.

Lee stood, tugging on the hair, and a soft smile played on her face. “Thank you. Your little girl is lucky.”

“No. We are. To have her.” I didn’t hesitate with the correction. It was time to pull my gaze from this display. “I’ll go next in the shower.”

It was tempting to take my time once I got under the water, but Raul still needed a turn in here, and after having been so close to tasting the delicious creation in the other room, jerking off wouldn’t be the same.

When I returned to the bedroom, Raul was sitting near the headboard, pillows propping him up, and Lee was asleep, her head on his upper thigh.

I hadn’t expected that, but it was a lovely sight.

We managed to shift her without waking her up, and I took his place while he went to shower.

This was going to be a trip I remembered for a long time, no matter what happened next.

“Morning, principe.” Raul’s voice tugged me from a pleasant sleep. Though he was kissing me on the forehead, there was still a weight on my chest.

I looked down to see Lee curled up against me. She was starting to stir, and looked stunning with a pink flush to her cheeks and sleepy eyes.

Raul kissed her on the cheek as well. “Morning, gattina.”

“Morning.” She sat and stretched, offering a pose any artist would sell their good arm to capture, with her torso elongated, and the thin fabric of her T-shirt highlighting full, round breasts and perky nipples.

She dropped her arms and met my gaze.

I didn’t try to hide that I’d been staring.

She pushed her shoulders back, leaving herself on display. “You called me that yesterday, too. Gattina. What does it mean?”

“Kitten,” I said. “It’s a term of endearment.”

Raul leaned in to rest his hands on the bed and his cheek near Lee’s. “And in your case, it also means adorable, deceptively sweet, and clawed.” His tone was playful.

“Aww, you noticed.” Lee twisted her head to kiss him on the cheek. “Is it still storming?”

Raul stood again. “There’s some rain, but the bad stuff has passed.”

That gave me an idea. “I don’t suppose you’re familiar enough with the city to take us on a tour?” This was some of the oldest architecture in the country, and I’d always wanted to spend time here. We didn’t have long today, but even a little glimpse would be fun.

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