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“Crazy, huh?” I lean against the counter beside her.
“If my mom were here, she would have been excited to say goodbye to the counters. She probably would have begged Ryder to let her take a sledgehammer to them herself.”
I grin. “Really?”
“Oh yeah. She warned your grandpa against picking blue tile as a countertop, but he was very insistent. Mom said it wouldn’t age well and she was right. Plus, she hated cleaning the grout all the time, and after being stuck doing the same, I completely agree.” Lana’s nose twitches with distaste.
“That was Brady for you. Stubborn as a mule and always thinking he knew best, even when he didn’t.”
She walks toward the window above the sink and looks out at the lake. “I still haven’t wrapped my head around the fact that we’re selling the house.”
Neither have I.“Are you going to talk to Cami?”
Her fingers clutching on to the counter twitch. “After we come back from Dreamland.”
“She will understand.” I walk up behind her and place my hands on top of hers.
“I hope so. I just…”
“What?”
“I’m scared to let go.” Her voice cracks.
“Lana.” I turn her face toward mine. Her gaze remains glued to the lake outside. “Look at me.” The glassiness in her eyes guts me, and I’m questioning giving up on my grandfather’s task altogether.
“We can call this off,” I blurt out.
Are you…
A lovesick idiot? Absolutely. Sue me.
If you don’t, your brothers will.
I shove the thoughts of Rowan and Declan out of my head.
Her eyes shut. When they open again, the watery sheen is gone. “No.”
“Are you sure?”
Her fingers interlace with mine, banishing the cold dread spreading through my veins. “I want you to be happy.”
My lips press together. I feel like the biggest dick on the planet for keeping the truth from her.
You don’t have a choice.
Well, I wish I did. My grandpa’s will makes me feel helpless. Dirty.Dishonest.
“We can start somewhere new.” She sighs. Her use of the wordwedraws a sharp breath from me and latches on to my heart, breaking through the scar tissue.
I give her hand a reassuring squeeze. “I’d like that.”
While Lana and Cami pack for the trip, I sit inside my car with my phone pressed to my ear.
“Callahan Kane. To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?” The easygoing tone of my grandfather’s lawyer’s voice draws a small smile from me.
“I have a question for you.”
“What is it?”
