Chapter 50

“Uh!” she said.

“I think her first word might be up,” Erik said, obediently taking her from Andreas.

She grabbed his hair and pulled.

“Ow! No, baby girl, we don’t pull.”

She disagreed, and pulled again.

“Whatever it is, it’ll happen soon,” Andreas agreed, zipping the bag shut. “Come on, then. Pool.”

Erik frowned at Andreas’ back as he led the way. He could worry about Andreas, right? Worrying about Beatriz wasn’t allowed this week, but Andreas was still a valid target. And Andreas had always been a—well, not quite as strong as an exhibitionist, but the minute he’d had top surgery, holidays had been conducted in trunks and nothing else, as much as humanly possible. Since landing yesterday, the nearest he’d come to looking like he was on holiday at all was swapping jeans for board shorts this morning. And the sunglasses on top of his head.

“You not swimming?” Erik asked as they headed out into the sun.

“Don’t really fancy it.”

“But you can swim in those, right?”