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He studies me, and I’m not sure how long we sit there staring at each other with LJ sound asleep in my arms in the driveway, but there is no place I’d rather be.
49
The sun streams through the massive window of the main bedroom. It’s Saturday, but I shift in the bed but feel something big beside me, and then the memories from last night come flooding back, but I don’t remember coming to bed. I remember LJ was upset about his iPad, and then Kalum came to the rescue and shared his car with us.
My eyes flutter open, and my breath catches in my throat. The bedroom door opens slightly, and my eyes widen when I notice Camila standing at the door. My eyes wander back to LJ curled up against Kalum’s side, both sound asleep.
“Rough night?” Camila asks softly.
“Yeah.”
I tell her about LJ and his iPad issue and how Kalum came to the rescue.
“There is only one word I have for you, sweetheart. Fall.”
The way they are sleeping together takes my breath away. He treats LJ as if he was his own son.
“It’s okay, Aura. Just let it happen,” she whispers.
I smile. “I have.”
“Good. Give him a chance.”
Easier said than done. I have enough on my plate with Lane’s parents, and Kalum’s parents would never approve. It’s like going through the same drama all over again, and that wouldn’t be fair to Kalum. If he wants to be here for us, I will let him.
“Will that be all for you today?” I ask the lady seated in the booth before I set the bill down on the table.
“Yes, dear. Thank you.” I give her a smile and move to the next booth, but my steps slow down when I notice it’s Bradley.
“Hello. Let me know when you’re ready. In the meantime, what can I get you to drink?”
He looks up, and his eyes soften. “Hey there, gorgeous. A Coke would be good.”
I write it down. “I’ll be right back.”
When I get back to the booth, Bradley clears his throat. “I saw you on TV,” he points out.
It seems pointless to work at the diner to some when they find out I was married to Lane Turner and live in a big house. They must think I have all this money.
“Yeah.”
“I know it’s none of my business, but why are you working here?”
And here it goes. The annoying million-dollar question.
I make little circles on my notepad with the pen. Judy walks up next to me and replaces the ketchup bottles. Bradley is waiting for me to answer him, but I’m at a loss for words.
“You come from a rich family, don’t you, Bradley?” Judy says, grabbing the empty ketchup bottles.
“Yes,” he says proudly.
She nods, but everyone knows that.
Working at the diner with Judy has been fun. We talk about the customers and the regulars. Where they live. Who’s a snob. Who isn’t. I would have never thought she would come to my rescue.
Judy juts her hip out. “Well, some rich families don’t agree or like it when their sons marry poor people with no money. They think because they are poor, they are taking advantage of them. They don’t believe in something as simple as maybe their son fell in love and vice versa. They look at relationships like a transaction or a partnership. They see a girl who doesn't come from a predominant family as a threat. I’m sure you’re a smart guy and can figure out her in-laws weren’t sold on the idea and want to take away what her husband left for his family.”
Bradley swallows nervously but says, “I’m sorry, but not all families are like that.”
