Kyra’s POV
“Definitely not the gym,” Zaire muttered under his breath as he led them toward the far side of the mansion. Kyra followed quietly, heart still racing from the pressure Carmen had applied not in a mean way, but a powerful, matriarch-makes-you-think way.
They walked past glass walls, sleek hallways, and rooms she hadn’t even noticed last night. One of them looked like a full movie theater.
Kyra whispered under her breath, “This place is insane.”
Carmen overheard. “It’s a fortress, yes. But it’s also a maze which is why your baby better have a room near yours. Not across the damn estate.”
Zaire chuckled. “There’s a guest suite on the second floor that’s quiet and private. I was thinking that could work.”
Carmen stopped walking and turned to face them both.
“Good. But don’t
