Page 64 of 3 Daddies to Go
When I packed my bags for Georgia, I expected to be here for the weekend. Meeting Kendall changed all that, so we extended our vacation for a week. None of us have taken a single vacation day since starting our current jobs, and we kept working even when we were out of the office.
I assumed that I’d hate being back in Georgia. We figured we’d spend time with Kendall, and then leave without any hard feelings. This last week has been great, though, and it’ll be hard to leave.
Today’s Friday, and our flight isn’t until Sunday afternoon. We chartered a private jet so we wouldn’t have to deal with TSA or lines or other people. Commercial airports suck, and we avoid them at all costs.
Tanner bounces a ball against the wall next to the TV I’m trying to watch.
“Would you stop that?”
He bounces it again.
“Where did you even get a bouncy ball?”
“Gumball machine,” he grins. “Best twenty-five cents I’ve ever spent.”
More like the most annoying twenty-five cents he’s ever spent. When is Kendall going to get here? She had that phone call with her dad at five, but it’s after six now. She should be here any minute.
I can’t wait to get out of the hotel room. We’ve been here all day, all of us handling work fires we shouldn’t have had to deal with, and we’re anxious to see some nature. Kendall said she wants to do something where we get to know each other. She didn’t outright say it, but I’m pretty sure that means no sex afterward.
“Has anyone seen my hat?” Tag asks, walking out of his room.
“What hat? I didn’t know you owned a hat.”
“I have exactly one hat.”
I shrug. “I have no idea where it is. The sun will be setting soon, you shouldn’t need it.”
“Whatever.”
Finally, there’s a light knock on the door. I open it to find Kendall standing on the other side, looking gorgeous as usual. Before I can pull her in for a kiss, she takes a step back, laughing.
“No, sir. If we start that, we’ll never get out of here. I have a full night planned for us!”
I groan. So this really will be a chaste evening. I guess I’ll be taking care of myself in the shower tonight. I’ll be thinking about Kendall in those jean cutoffs and the tank-top that does nothing to hide her cleavage.
“You ready to go? I thought we’d start with a walk in the park.”
“Sounds good.” The guys and I follow Kendall to the elevator and out of the hotel.
“It’s a few blocks away. I hope you wore comfortable shoes.”
I’m wearing my gym sneakers, which are as comfortable as my closet gets. Most days I’m in leather dress shoes. I could wear this exact outfit to work, and they’d still take me seriously, though.
Tag and Tanner are wearing sneakers as well. Kendall nods her approval and leads the way to the park. It’s beyond Mama’s Home, in the part of Boone that we have yet to explore.
There’s a large wooden arch indicating the park entrance. It’s more extravagant than most other things in this town, but still nothing compared to Central Park. This patch of green, though, is a lot more relaxing. I’m not afraid I’ll get run over by a bicyclist or a horse-drawn carriage if I step on the wrong path.
“So, welcome to Boone Park. It was built a long time ago.” Kendall laughs. “I’m not a very good tour guide. I do know that the sculptures were added about ten years ago, and they rotate a few of them out each year so that there is always something new to look at.”
We enter the park and immediately see what Kendall was talking about. It’s a giant white head with creepy teeth and no eyes. The plaque below it reads, “Smile.”
“That’s kind of creepy,” I say.
Kendall stares at it. “That one is new. And yeah, I’ll probably have nightmares.”
We move on before it can come alive and eat us. The next one is a lot less creepy. It’s a mother and baby giraffe. The mom is reaching up towards a branch so it can feed the child. This one is called, “Feeding Time.” I wouldn’t mind if this one came to life. I’ve always had a soft spot for the long-necked animal.
“So, tell me about yourselves,” Kendall invites.