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Now with his parents spitting their vitriol every chance they get and their constant threats of me taking advantage of Lane, I haven’t touched a dime of Lane’s money. Everything I have saved through the years, making bracelets, I have been using for my necessities. I instructed Lane’s lawyer to place everything in trust for Lane Jr. I never want anyone to think I married Lane because of his money or because of his family. His family assumes I knew he had money because I was best friends with Exie and I took advantage of him. If they only knew I never asked Lane for anything. He would tell Exie to buy me clothing because I refused unless it was for our son. My parents taught me growing up, that you spend what you earn and if you didn’t earn it then it is not yours to spend. The only thing I earned was what I made with my hands. My bracelets. Sometimes, I still try to figure out how I sell out every time I list a new collection, but I shrug it off and feel blessed I could make money on my own. It is something I earned and no one can take it from me.
The copilot opens the door and waits patiently for me to get Lane settled to exit. He nods at me when it’s safe and I step down, holding Lane as close as possible.
There is a black Rolls waiting and it gives me goose bumps reminding me of when I was seventeen and a similar car picked me up to take me to St. Claires in Spencer. The driver opens and steps out and my eyes almost bulge out of my head.
“Henry?”
Henry gives me a grin and a nod.
I smile and run up to him with Lane in tow. “How are you, old man?” I give him a hug, and he gives it right back.
“Aura,” he whispers.
He pulls back and surveys Lane. “Is this your son?”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly. “This is Lane Jr.”
Lane gives him a once-over and smiles at the old man. “Hi, my name is Lane Turner Jr.”
Henry leans closer. “I’m Henry and it is nice to meet you, sir. You are very lucky to have a mommy like her. She is very kind and I can tell she takes very good care of you.”
Lane beams at Henry. “I have the best mommy in the whole world. She loves me lots.”
“I bet she does. If you want to go anywhere with your mommy, you can count on me to make sure you get there.”
Lane surveys the car with a keen eye and frowns. “This car doesn’t go very fast. I can tell. I like to hear it rumble.” Lane makes a rumble with his voice like the sound he has heard in his father’s shop.
“I’m so sorry, Henry. He is used to—”
I trail off. “I understand. Does Kalum?”
“Does he what?” I question.
“Does he understand that Lane feels more comfortable listening to the sound of cars like that?”
I tilt my head. “I don’t need to worry Kalum about Lane and what his needs are. It is a shock that Lane reached out to him at all. I didn’t know they even knew each other all that well.”
“Oh yeah. They knew each other before you came along. They would race out on the back roads. All the kids into cars like that did.”
“Daddy would race with Kalum?” Lane chimes in.
Henry’s eyes widen, and he looks at me and then back at Lane. “When they were kids. They went to the same school is all.”
“That is so cool. My daddy was the greatest. He can make a car faster and faster. I want to be just like him when I grow up.” Lane looks up at me and my eyes soften. “Right, Mommy?”
I ruffle his hair. “Yes, baby. Just like Daddy.”
“Well, let’s get going. Kalum will be arriving shortly. He wants you and Lane settled.”
Henry drives us into an iron gate after fifteen minutes and we arrive at a sprawling mansion that must have cost a fortune.
“Wow,” Lane says in awe, watching the house that looks more like a retreat than a home.
“Yeah,” I say, matching Lane’s enthusiasm.
The house is white and massive. It is a wonder how Kalum owns such an impressive piece of real estate. This house is for a huge family and from the few conversations I have had with him, he has not spoken about his parents. Why would Kalum own this impressive home? It is enormous. Something straight out of a magazine. The type of home they make an article about inBetter Homes & Gardens.
The house has this modern cottage feel and the wind whips my hair with the taste of the salty sea air as we make our way up the pathway leading to the white wooden front door. The door opens as we approach and Camila is smiling warmly.
