Final Offer (Dreamland Billionaires, #3)(10)

She put you on mute. “Don’t mind me. I’m just on the verge of having a mental breakdown.”

“Sorry! Declan needed to ask me something.” Her breathy voice sends a full-body shudder through me.

“I’ll just call you tomorrow morning when my brother isn’t busy doing whatever makes you sound like that.”

“Wait!” She must mute the call again before coming back thirty seconds later. “I told Declan to give me ten minutes.”

I drop face-first onto the bed, wishing the fall would knock me out. “I’m not sure why I thought calling you was a good idea, but I regret it immensely.”

“Because I’m your best friend and you needed me.” She actually coos.

“Debatable after the last few minutes of this conversation.”

She huffs. “I don’t like it when you’re all grumpy. It reminds me of your brothers.”

“Sorry, I’m all out of rainbows and unicorns today. Check back in tomorrow to see if I’m in a stop and smell the roses kind of mood again.”

“How can I help you out?”

“I’m not sure there is much you can do. This is all turning out to be a big pain in my ass.” After watching my brothers struggle with their tasks, I knew mine wouldn’t be easy, but I didn’t think my grandfather would force Lana and me to live together again after the last time he and I spoke.

I’m pissed I didn’t connect the dots sooner. Instead, I prolonged the inevitable and made the process harder given my limited timeframe.

And this is why you shouldn’t procrastinate.

“If selling the house was really that simple, then you would’ve cleared out the place and sold it a long time ago. We both know you put off completing your grandfather’s request because something was holding you back.”

Not something, but someone.





A phone alarm I forgot to shut off has me groaning into my pillow. The taste of poor decisions and cheap alcohol lingers on my tongue, making my already queasy stomach churn.

You shouldn’t have drunk so much last night.

It’s the same thing I say almost every morning when I wake up, although the selection from the mini fridge doesn’t help matters.

Rather than obsess over my bad choices, I ditch the motel room and escape into town. Since I don’t want to draw any unnecessary attention to myself this morning by stopping at the busy diner, I pull into the small coffee shop near Town Hall. The Angry Rooster has a single barista hustling behind the counter, taking orders and making drinks without breaking a sweat.

All it takes is one sip from my cup of coffee to have me dropping a twenty in the jar labeled, On a scale of $1 to $10, how big is your…? Whoever wrote the sign covered up the bad word with an emoji of a rooster. It makes me laugh, which in turn makes my head throb.

The barista chokes on her sudden inhale, so I drop another twenty in the jar solely to entertain myself with how red her face turns.

“Gotta own it.” I wink.

“Thank you!” she huffs.

I salute her before taking off out the door. My phone vibrates in my pocket from a new message in my family group chat. With a groan, I unlock my phone and read a new message from my youngest brother.

Rowan



So did you find out if the kid is yours?





Iris would never tell Rowan about my issue, so that only leaves one person.

Declan is officially dead to me. The asshole.

Who said anything about a kid?





Rowan



Declan spilled the news when he called me this morning and gave a speech about condoms and safe sex.





Does anything remain a secret in this family anymore? Ever since my brothers met the loves of their lives, it’s like everyone knows everything about my business.

Dick-lan



I didn’t give you a speech.





Iris



It sounded like one to me.





Rowan



I agree. Rowan was so moved, he ran out to Costco to panic-buy a pack of 1,000 condoms. —Zahra





1,000? You’ll be dead by the time you finish the box.





Rowan sends a middle finger emoji.

Iris



AH! Why isn’t Zahra in this chat yet?





Dick-lan



Because it’s for Kanes only.





Look at Declan acting like a dick again. *pretends to be shocked*





Rowan



…





A notification pops up letting us all know Zahra, Rowan’s girlfriend and Dreamland-obsessed adult, has been added to the conversation by Iris. If I didn’t feel chronically single before, fifth wheeling in a goddamn group chat would have pushed me over the edge.

Zahra



Hi everyone!!!





She sends another message with a variation of hearts and smiling faces.

Zahra



Cal, when are you bringing your kid to Dreamland?





Zahra