Page 111 of The Devil
The alarm sounds over the island, and then it’s pure chaos as we all shoot the hell out of each other.
For the next hour, our clothes get soaked right through, and by the time the alarm goes off again, signaling the end, we’re all out of breath and dripping wet.
Well, everyone except for Milena. I kept using myself as a shield to keep the others from getting a shot at her.
“So, who won?” Kristan, Dominik’s eldest, asks.
“Us,” Tistao answers. “My sister is the only dry person left.”
“That’s cheating,” Santiago complains. “No one can get past your overprotective ass.”
Ciara slaps him on the shoulder. “Don’t curse in front of the kids.”
As we all make our way down to the beach, where marquees have been put up with tables and chairs. I set Milena down on the warm sand so she can play with the other kids.
I take a seat, and as Jenna passes me to get to the chair beside mine, I grab hold of her hips and haul her onto my lap.
“Your arms are never empty,” Santiago chuckles. “You never let Jenna sit on her own chair.”
“My lap is her chair,” I grumble, then turn my attention to my wife. I grip her chin between my fingers and press a kiss to her mouth. “Are you enjoying the vacation,meu coração?”
She nods, and letting out a happy sigh, she rests her head on my shoulder and watches as all the kids play various games on the beach.
“I love coming here,” she whispers.
I raise an eyebrow at her. “And?”
Letting out a chuckle, she snuggles into me. “I love you, my heart.”
“Hmm…” the sound rumbles from me. “Not half as much as I love you.”
“Ohhhh, I’m dead sure I love you a million times more,” she argues.
“Let’s agree to disagree.”
The End.
