Malia’s POV

“It looks amazing. Did your dad help?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded vigorously, her curls bouncing with each movement. “But I told him how to do it.”

I laughed, setting her back down as Zach stood up from the sandbox, dusting the sand off his jeans. “Of course you did. You’re the boss of this whole operation, aren’t you?”

“Obviously,” Joan said with a little smirk, running back toward Ella.

Zach walked over to me, his eyes warm as they met mine. “Hey, sleepyhead,” he teased, pulling me in for a quick kiss. “You missed out on some serious castle-building.”

I grinned, wrapping my arms around his waist and leaning...