Page 100 of Ruin

He hasn’t been signing autographs or taking photos with anyone. That’s not him being an ass. That’s him wanting to have some quality time while on vacation with his daughter, and I admire him for that.

I also admire his ass in the jeans he’s wearing today, but that’s another story.

The good thing is that Zeus doesn’t even have to tell people that he’s not willing to take a picture with them. Steve and Donovan do it for him in a polite way, telling them he’s on vacation with his family.

That is obviously piquing interest because, as far as the world knows, Zeus is a single man with no family, except for his siblings.

Well, he is a single man.

But whatever.

And he might not be posing for pictures, but people are still taking them.

As I’ve recently discovered, there’s an Instagram page called DILFs of Disney. And, of course, Zeus appeared on it the first day we were here. A picture of him with Gigi in his arms. She was dressed in her new Rapunzel outfit that Zeus had bought her, and she was feeling tired, so he picked her up to carry her. He looks seriously hot in the picture. He’s only wearing black jeans, sneakers, and a white V-neck T-shirt, but hellfire, he’s devastatingly handsome.

There are a lot of comments on the picture. Mostly, people are commenting that they didn’t know he had a daughter. Neither did he until a few months ago. And maybe it’s not his daughter. Maybe it’s a friend’s child. Then, people are saying they heard he’s on vacation with his family.

Maybe we should’ve thought about what we had Steve and Donovan tell people, but I guess it’s too late now.

But I can see the speculation building, and it’s honestly making me feel uneasy. Something in my gut doesn’t feel right about it. But I’m not going to let it ruin our vacation, so right now, I’m choosing to ignore it and enjoy my time here.

We’re currently on Main Street, waiting for the fireworks to start. We didn’t go to the fireworks last night, as Gigi was tired from the flight and her first day in Disney, which had consisted of going into every shop and riding every ride possible. She crashed as soon as we got to our room, and so did I. I lay down on the bed with her, and when I opened my eyes again, it was morning.

But we’re here to watch them now. It’s eleven p.m., and Gigi has never stayed up this late before. She’s flagging a little, but she’s desperate to see them. And, honestly, I really want to see them, too. So, Zeus has her up on his shoulders, carrying her, and we’re standing in the street, waiting for it to start, Steve and Donovan close by.

“Mommy! Daddy! Wook!” Gigi points at the light show happening in the sky. “So pwetty!” she says.

I smile up at her. “Not as pretty as you,” I tell her.

She grins at me before her eyes go back to the sky.

We watch the show, oohing and aahing at the fireworks and music and light show. It’s absolutely stunning. And heartwarming.

And it’s making me feel all fuzzy inside.

I guess it’s the Disney effect.

Gigi is clapping her hands with excitement. When we’re halfway through the show, the Tangled part comes on. Chinese lantern effects are floating up Sleeping Beauty’s castle, and “I See the Light” starts to play. Gigi is practically bouncing on Zeus’s shoulders. He has to steady her with one arm banded over his chest, holding her legs there.

“Tangled! Wook, Mommy! Daddy! It’s Tangled! ’Punzel and Flynn! I loves Flynn!” She starts to loudly sing along to the song.

I’m smiling up at her when I see Zeus’s lips moving along to the song with her.

I grin at him. Big, tough Zeus Kincaid is singing a Disney song. And, inside, I’m melting.

And tired of fighting that I want him.

Zeus catches me watching him. He smiles that beautiful smile of his, and my stomach flips.

My hand moves, unbidden, seeking his.

I find it, warm and strong. I slide my palm against his.

His eyes flicker with surprise.

I keep my eyes on him. Bottom lip caught between my teeth, I push my fingers between his, giving him no doubt of what’s on my mind.

His expression changes, becoming dark and serious and wanting.