The hotel elevator chimed softly, and the doors slid open. Jane stepped out first, one hand on the stroller, the other holding Jasmine's small fingers. Junior had fallen asleep sometime during the walk, his tiny chest rising and falling in peaceful rhythm. His Gucci sneakers peeked out from under the blanket Jasmine had tucked around him.
"That was fun," Jasmine said, her voice still buzzing with energy. "Can we go again tomorrow?"
"Maybe," Jane said gently. "If the weather's nice."
"I'm gonna catch a fish next time. A big one."
"There weren't any fish, remember?"
"Then I'll catch a squirrel."
Jane laughed softly. "I don't think squirrels live in fountains."
Jasmine considered this. "Then I'll catch a leaf."
"That's more realistic."
They reached the door of the Royal Suite. Jane fumbled for the key card—Kyle had given her one before they left, just in case. She swiped it, pushed the door open, and stepped inside.
