Final Offer (Dreamland Billionaires, #3)(109)
“It’s not that.” I stumble over the words.
“Then what?”
Yeah, Alana, then what?
“Isn’t having dinner with the family kind of…serious?”
“Only if you want it to be. I’d love for you to come, but I understand if you don’t want to.”
He took your kid to Dreamland. The least you can do is go to a dinner for him.
I look over at Cami. “I can’t leave Cami alone.”
“Of course not. Everyone is excited to meet her.”
“They are?”
He pulls out his phone and shows me a group chat he shares with Zahra and Iris.
I stifle my laugh. “Bad and Boozie?”
He looks up at the ceiling as if he needs to pray for patience. “I didn’t come up with it.”
“God, I hope not.”
“It’s the chat the two of them created to get on Declan and Rowan’s nerves after we went to brunch one time.”
“And does it?”
“Astronomically, which is the only reason I would willingly stay in a chat with the two of them. I have the notifications silenced most of the time.”
I laugh as I check out the chat. The first photo is a selfie that Cal took of the three of us eating funnel cakes in front of the castle. I’m clearly trying to clean Cami’s face, which is covered in powdered sugar as she devours the fried dough, while Cal grins at the two of us with an expression that makes my chest pinch. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him look that happy before—that at peace.
Not even in the photo of us on the dock sharing cholados Colombianos.
Iris
OMG. Funnel cakes? One-on-one meet-and-greets with princess? A private dinner inside the castle with an exclusive chef? You’re completely spoiling them.
As it should be.
Zahra
Falls over from swooning so hard.
Zahra
I’m jealous I had to work instead of hanging out with them all day.
Iris
Well, I’m jealous that you met them already!
Maybe you can meet them tomorrow.
Iris
Really?!?!
Zahra
Yes!!!
Zahra
Can you imagine me screaming?
I said maybe…
Iris
How can we turn that into a yes?
I haven’t even gotten around to asking her yet.
Iris
Tell her that I have been dying to meet her for years ever since you cried about her.
I end up laughing so hard that Cal frowns.
“You cried over me?” I wheeze.
He steals his phone out of my hand. “I had something in my eye.”
“What? A reality check?”
He scratches his eyebrow with his middle finger, making me laugh again.
“So, what time is dinner?” I ask.
“Why?”
“Because I’m dying to hear all about you from Iris.”
His head drops back with a sigh. “Worst idea ever.”
Cal asks the golf cart driver to stop the cart outside of a row of warehouses. Cami looks up from my phone to take in her surroundings before deeming them far less interesting than the video playing on the screen.
“Where are we?” I shield my eyes from the sun as I take in the various warehouses with people coming in and out of the front doors.
“This is where all the magic happens.”
My forehead wrinkles with confusion. “What does that even mean?”
“I’d rather show you instead.” He jumps off the cart and offers me his hand. Cami follows behind us, her head down as she continues watching the show on my phone.
“But what about going to the waterpark?” I take in my outfit of flip-flops, a one-piece, and a pair of jean shorts.
“As much as I’d love to spend the whole day with you in a swimsuit, that can wait for tomorrow.”
“But Cami—”
He cuts me off. “Is fine with what I have planned. She gave me the go-ahead herself yesterday. Right, kiddo?”
Cami throws him a thumbs-up without looking away from her screen.
“See?” Cal raises a brow.
“She was in on this the whole time?” My mouth drops open.
“Surprise.” Cami looks up with a wide grin.
“She didn’t say a single thing when I got her all dressed up in her swimsuit this morning.”
“Because he gave me money!”
I blink up at Cal. “How much?”
“Can you really put a price tag on discretion?”
“One thousand dollars!” Cami squeals, nearly dropping my phone.
“One. Thousand. Dollars?” My pitch rises at the end.
“I hustled him good, Mommy.” She holds out her fist for me to pound, something she no doubt learned from the man smiling beside me.