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There is a knock on the door, and one of Cason’s security guys enters the house with a beautiful bouquet of red roses. Then another guy brings in two more in white and pink. Flutters swarm in my stomach.
“Oh, my goodness,” Camila exclaims.
“They’re beautiful,” I whisper.
Camila grabs one, and I grab another one to place on the dining table and one on the island in the center of the kitchen.
“He really wants to make an impression, doesn’t he?” Camila says.
“Wow, Momma. Those are really nice,” LJ says in awe, looking at all the roses, running over to each one, and smelling them over the table.
I sigh and grab the single card in the bouquet of red roses. “Yes, they are, sweetie.”
I open the small envelope, and it reads:
What is the worst part of your day?
This is so Kalum. I fish out my cell phone from the back pocket of my jeans and tell him.
Aura: The worst part of my day is not waking up in your arms. The second is when LJ asks me with sadness in his eyes why did you leave. That is the worst part of my day. When you are not with us. The best part is when you are. Thank you for the flowers.
My phone vibrates instantly with an incoming message.
Kalum: You both are everything to me.
I smile and place my phone back inside my pocket, but it begins to ring. Camila pinches her brows when she sees the look on my face when I see who is calling me. It is Lane’s mother, Mrs. Turner.
I answer the call. “Hello.”
“This is Caroline, Lane’s mother. I need to talk to you about LJ.”
She rambles on the phone, and my stomach bottoms out when her threats spill through the phone as I look at LJ writing in his workbook. After she hangs up, a ringing sound assaults my ears. She can’t. She wouldn’t. Why can’t I be happy? Why are they so evil?
I hang up the phone and drop it on the dining table with a thud.
“What is wrong, Aura? What happened? Who was that?”
I place my hands over my face. “It was Caroline. She wants LJ. She says I can’t take care of him properly as a single mother. He is a Turner, and she can provide better for him than I can.”
“But that is not true. Look at where we live and you have the pop-up store and everything going. ”
I close my eyes and slide my hands down my face. “Yeah, all that is great, but I haven’t received a dime until the fundsclear after sales, and everything is in a trust. She pushed me to do that to set me up, Camila. On paper and in front of a judge, the Turners will make it seem like he is better off living with them based on the life they could provide. They will twist things around to make it look like I’m struggling, and they could force me to sell Lane’s cars, shop, builds, maybe even his company. It is their endgame. I doubt they care about Lane. When they ask for my financial statements, I look like I can’t afford where I live and would need to sell assets to create liquid cash flow and, in the end, they get what they want, to destroy what Lane built under their name to make a point. They can pay people off. All sorts of things money can buy.”
Camila’s mouth opens like a fish when she sees how I painted it all out. How it will go through lawyers, judges, and the court. The well-being of Lane Turner Jr.
“You have to tell Kalum, Aura.”
I shake my head. “All I’ve been is trouble for that man. Maybe his parents were right in getting rid of me. There is nothing he can do.”
“Don’t underestimate him, Aura. You need to tell him.”
I lower my head and slide my fingers through my hair. “You know I’m not. I have to pay him back for the pop-up store, and this is not his fight but my own with my husband’s family. This is not his problem. He is better off being with some heiress.”
“You know that is not true. It will all work out, Aura.”
I get up and walk toward the bedroom. “I’m not sure anymore, Camila.”
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