The ship rocked gently beneath them, the rhythmic hum of the engines blending with the distant crash of waves against the hull. The suite lights were dimmed to a warm golden glow as Nate quietly closed the door to the twins’ adjoining room. He stood there for a moment, exhaling softly as he looked at their peaceful faces — Ryan tangled in his blanket, Kyan clutching her stuffed bear like a bodyguard.
“Goodnight,” Nate murmured with a tired grin before shutting the door.
When it clicked closed, the exhaustion — and the alcohol — began to hit him all at once. He rolled his shoulders, loosening his tie as the weight of the evening started to settle in. He’d only had a few drinks, but they were strong enough to fog his head and warm his blood.
He turned toward the bedroom — and froze.
Alex
