Book 2: A Sweet Torture

Andrea’s POV

Throughout the two-hour drive towards San Diego, the twins were bursting with excitement. Their infectious mood seemed to have caught up with Zion, too. He cracked jokes with them but strangely all his sentences were double-edged. Was I imagining their underlying meaning?

“Dad, are we going to a learning center or a ranch?” asked Adrian, after checking out their thirtieth ranch along the stretch.

“It’s both, I think. Ask your mom. She has booked a room for us.” I gaped at him, unable to contradict him in front of the kids. I had booked a room for the three of us only.

“Um, it’s actually too small for the four of us.” He didn’t at all look perturbed and flashed me a charming smile.

“That’s alright. I’ve upgraded it.” My jaws now dropped further. When did he upgrade?

“Yay! So will we stay at a ranch, Mom?” I nodded at the twins of them.

“It’s a working ranch where they rescue, breed, and preserve wild hoof stock,