“What? A reality check?”
He scratches his eyebrow with his middle finger, making me laugh again.
“So, what time is dinner?” I ask.
“Why?”
“Because I’m dying to hear all about you from Iris.”
His head drops back with a sigh. “Worst idea ever.”
Cal asks the golf cart driver to stop the cart outside of a row of warehouses. Cami looks up from my phone to take in her surroundings before deeming them far less interesting than the video playing on the screen.
“Where are we?” I shield my eyes from the sun as I take in the various warehouses with people coming in and out of the front doors.
“This is where all the magic happens.”
My forehead wrinkles with confusion. “What does that even mean?”
“I’d rather show you instead.” He jumps off the cart and offers me his hand. Cami follows behind us, her head down as she continues watching the show on my phone.
“But what about going to the waterpark?” I take in my outfit of flip-flops, a one-piece, and a pair of jean shorts.
“As much as I’d love to spend the whole day with you in a swimsuit, that can wait for tomorrow.”
“But Cami—”
He cuts me off. “Is fine with what I have planned. She gave me the go-ahead herself yesterday. Right, kiddo?”
Cami throws him a thumbs-up without looking away from her screen.
“See?” Cal raises a brow.
“She was in on this the whole time?” My mouth drops open.
“Surprise.” Cami looks up with a wide grin.
“She didn’t say a single thing when I got her all dressed up in her swimsuit this morning.”
“Because he gave me money!”
I blink up at Cal. “How much?”
“Can you really put a price tag on discretion?”
“One thousand dollars!” Cami squeals, nearly dropping my phone.
“One. Thousand. Dollars?” My pitch rises at the end.
“I hustled him good, Mommy.” She holds out her fist for me to pound, something she no doubt learned from the man smiling beside me.
I press my palm against my forehead. “I’m not sure how I’ll survive the two of you.”
“Come on. We’re late.” He places his hand on the small of my back.
“Late for what?”
“You’ll see.” He leads us toward a blue door a little ways off from where the golf cart dropped us. With a tug, it creaks open.