“I’m not going home with you, Dad.” His frown deepens. “Don’t be silly. You flew all this way; the least you can do is stay with us. Maybe then we can talk some sense into you.” I shake my head. “I’m sorry. I can’t. I promised I’d show the boys around Brighton before we fly back. We’ve already booked a hotel room.” “Of course,” he mutters, wiping his forehead. “Just one room for the four of you.” “We had to get the honeymoon suite,” Eli informs him. “It’s the only one with a big enough bed.”
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