Letting Maddie have two pieces of cake had been a terrible idea. Not that Holt had given her permission, nor had he actually seen it happen, but given the fact that it was a solid two hours past her bedtime and she was still doing the little girl version of zoomies around the house, he was pretty sure it was a reasonable assumption.
“Surely, she’ll crash soon,” he murmured.
Cayla’s gaze followed her daughter’s flight. “This is one of those moments when I consider the acceptability of sedating her with Benadryl.”
“No jury of your peers would convict you.” Especially not as they’d both been desperate to get through the party to follow up on all the wants generated by that kiss.
“Probably not. But we’re going to try a few other things first. How are you with wrestling?”
Holt shot her a l
