She groans, then her eyes flutter open. Her expression shows her confusion for a moment while she glances around the room, but when she sees me, she gives me a soft smile that I return.

“Happy birthday.” I press a kiss to her forehead.

She smiles wider. “Thank you.” Her gaze darts up and down my body. “You’re all ready for the day. Why didn’t you wake me?”

I shrug. “Figured you’d want to sleep. I put you through your paces last night.” I wink.

She chuckles. “Yeah, but I liked it. A lot.”

“As did I.” I can’t fight my grin. “I took a look at what the resort has to offer, so you’ll need to decide what you feel like doing, birthday girl.”

She sits up in bed. “Okay, let me go freshen up, then you can tell me all about it.” Kenzie gets out of bed and walks over to the bathroom, shutting the door.

I turn on the TV and find those stations that play music, flicking through all the channels until I find one with holiday music, knowing Kenzie will like it.

She comes out of the bathroom wearing the T-shirt I left hanging on a hook in there, and with her long, blonde hair down and flowing and no makeup on, she looks as beautiful as ever. I don’t know what it is about seeing a woman wearing my clothes, but it’s a helluva turn-on.

I force myself to set my libido aside. This day is about Kenzie and making it special for her.

Getting off the bed, I walk over to her and take her hand, then lead her to the Christmas tree. “I have something I want to give you for your birthday.”

“You do?” Her voice is soft and disbelieving.

“Of course I do. Come have a seat by the tree.”

We both sit down cross-legged beside the tree and I pull the gift out from underneath.

“Where did this come from? I didn’t see this last night.” She inspects it.

“I snuck it in this morning while you were still sleeping.” I slide it over to her on the floor. “Careful opening it. It’s breakable, and I did the wrapping job, so don’t expect much.”

Though I don’t know for sure, I’ll bet that Kenzie’s gifts are all perfectly wrapped with coordinating ribbons and bows and the perfect gift tag attached.

“I think you did a great job.” She inspects the floral wrapping paper for a second before she rips it off the outside of the box.

She has no idea what’s inside at this point because it’s a plain brown box. I couldn’t exactly give her this present in its original packaging.