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My grandfather had to have known that if I came back here, it would only be a matter of time before I would want to get sober again.
“Will you please send me the information so I can take a look?” I ask.
“Of course. I’ll have my assistant send you that and the phone number for the person to contact. From what I’ve heard, it’s a small group for those who require discretion.”
Fantastic. Can’t wait to spend my AA meetings with a bunch of rich snobs who can’t get their shit together despite having access to everything.
“Sell the house and get me that green chip so we can get the rest of the inheritance squared away.” He speaks with a light and airy tone, as if getting sober is a simple task.
No big deal.My teeth grind together. “Right. Thanks, Leo.” My finger hovers over the red end call button, but Leo’s voice stops me.
“Just know that your grandfather would be really proud of you. Every choice he made up until his accident was meticulously thought out.”
“Even selling the house?”
“Especially that. For you and Ms. Castillo.”
Thanks to the Kane brothers’ family jet and Cal’s connections, Cami and I are leaving Michigan for the first time since I brought her home with me almost six years ago. The whole adoption process feels like it happened a lifetime ago. When I met Cami for the first time in the NICU while she was being weaned off drugs, I was barely twenty-four years old and was still nursing a huge heartbreak.
The social worker assigned to her case gave me the easiest choice of my life when I arrived in California.
Adopt Cami or let someone else do so.
Best decision ever, I say to myself as I check out Cami. She has her cat-ear headphones on while she watches an episode of her favorite show on the flat screen embedded into the wall of the jet. I tried to sit next to her, but she wanted the couch all to herself because my girl is a cushion hog, so Cal and I settle into the captain’s seats diagonal to hers.
The flight attendant passes Cami a juice box before placing our waters on the table in front of us. I place my wireless earbuds in my ears only to have Cal steal one.
“I forgot mine.” His fingers lock with mine, sending a blast of warmth up my arm.
“Are you going to play something or should I?” He motions toward my phone on the table.
I hit play and settle into the chair. Cal flips my hand over and starts to run the tips of his fingers across the inner part of my arm.
“Cosquillas?” I gasp.
His lips form into the sweetest smile. “Some things never change.”
My lips purse like I sucked on something sour. “I’ve changed.”
He raises a brow. “How?”
I pause the music to answer him. “Well, for starters, I like country music now.”
“Talk about a metamorphosis,” he replies dryly.
I give his shoulder a shove.
He only laughs as he latches on to my hand again. “What else?”
“I went full vegetarian for a year after watching a documentary.”
His eyes stretch wide. “Was your mother alive at the time?”
“Yes. She was completely horrified by the idea and unofficially revoked my Colombian citizenship.”
He chuckles under his breath. “That sounds just like her. That woman loved her churrasco more than anything.”
“I know. Why do you think I started eating meat again? She didn’t give me much of a choice.”
