Final Offer (Dreamland Billionaires #3) by Lauren Asher

She sniffles. “I’m sorry, okay? It’s just so sweet to see you two getting along and being all brotherly.”

I fake heave while Declan glowers, restoring the balance between us once more.

Iris and Declan keep me company during my first night back from rehab. Unlike before, I’m not plagued with heavy loneliness I want to drown with alcohol. Instead, I enjoy my time with them, all while reminding myself that I too can have what they have.

So long as I put in the work.





“Callahan.” Leo claps me on the shoulder. “How are you doing?”

“Better.”

He motions for me to have a seat before doing the same. “How was rehab?”

“You want the polite or honest answer?” I chew on the inside of my cheek.

“Shoot it to me straight, son.”

“It was fucking hell. I can’t believe I paid tens of thousands of dollars to go through that kind of pain.”

The wrinkled skin around his eyes tightens. “Sorry to hear that, but I’m also very proud of you, and I’m sure your grandpa would say the same if he were here with us.”

“I’d like to think so, since this was all part of his master plan.”

Leo’s raspy chuckle makes my lips curve upward. “All he wanted was for you to be happy.”

I blink twice. “Really?” With all the shit he put me through with the inheritance and his will, it’s laughable to hear. He knew what kind of position I would be put in with Lana. The least he could have done was give me a second option, especially if he cared about her as much as he made it seem.

Leo makes his chair creak as he leans back. “Is that so hard to believe?”

“After everything he required of me this summer, yes.”

Leo chuckles. “I know his way of going about things seems… unconventional.”

“That’s because it is.” Everything about my grandfather’s will is far from the status quo. Like he couldn’t bear the thought of being considered anything but unique, so he decided to have his legacy live on long after he did. Rowan’s task to work at Dreamland. Declan’s requirement to get married and have a child. Me having to spend the summer at the lake house before selling it despite my grandpa knowing how much Lana loves it.

“Whatever the case, he only wanted the best for you. That much I can guarantee.”

“Even if it means selling the house despite Lana’s and my wishes?”

He leans forward on his elbows. “Do you mind if I offer a piece of advice?”

My muscles turn to stone beneath my shirt. “What?”

He twirls the tip of his mustache. “There are multiple ways to buy a house.”

My eyebrows inch up my forehead. “Who said anything about me buying a house? Selling one is hard enough as it is.”

“It doesn’t have to be.” His lips curve upward for a second before dropping back into their flat line.

I lean forward. “What do you mean by that?”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” His fingers interlock. “What other questions do you have for me?”

My brain can’t keep up with the emotional ping-pong match this man is putting me through.

I pull out the chip I earned and show him. “I plan on returning to the AA group tonight.”

“That’s good. I’m sure you’ll get me that green chip in no time.”

“About that…I wanted to ask if I’m able to split my time between this AA group and one being held in Lake Wisteria.”

His head tilts. “I don’t see why not.”

My shoulders drop. “Great.”

The landline on his desk rings.

Leo’s gaze slides from the phone to my face. “Do you have any other questions?”

“Regarding the house—”

“All I can say is to follow your gut.”

“What gut? I’ve just been winging it because I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Every choice you have made up until this point proves otherwise.” He lifts the phone off the receiver. “Now if you don’t mind, this client is being read his last rites…”

Jesus.

“I’ll see myself out.” I take a few steps toward the door.

“And Callahan?”

I glance at Leo from over my shoulder. “Yes?”

“I trust you’ll find a way to sort all this out.” He returns to his call, and I shut the door behind me.

I trust you’ll find a way to sort all this out?

“What a load of shit.”

After going through another dreadful run-in with my father at the AA meeting, all I want to do is call Lana and hear her voice. So, instead of keeping away, I do just that.

“Hey.” I balance my phone between my ear and shoulder as I climb into bed.

Lana releases a heavy breath before speaking. “Cal.”

“How are you doing?”

“Fine.”

I see we are sticking to one-word answers now.

“And how’s Cami?”

“Good.” Her tone is as flat as her response.

My heart pounds harder against my rib cage. “Is everything okay?”

She lets out a loud sigh. “Not really.”

I’ll count her two-worded reply as a win. “What’s wrong?” I sit up in bed.