Final Offer (Dreamland Billionaires #3) by Lauren Asher

“You wanted the house, so I found a way to keep it.”

“Iris was right.”

His head tilts. “About what?”

“She said if I wanted something, you would find a way to make it happen.”

He grins. “You should know by now I’d do anything for you.”

My heart squeezes. “Anything?”

He clasps onto my chin. “Absolutely anything. Although I can’t take all the credit for this plan. Without my grandpa’s lawyer dropping a cryptic hint, I would have never thought about opening a trust.”

“I’m still wrapping my head around that.”

“What about it?”

“Why you would give anyone that kind of money in the first place.”

“It’s not anyone. It’s our family.” His smile reaches his eyes.

My legs threaten to buckle, but Cal holds me up.

Shit. I never stood a chance against him once he got sober. Hell, I barely stood a chance when he was still drinking, which only proves how screwed I was from the very beginning.

He brushes his knuckles across my cheek. “I told you selling the house never had anything to do with an inheritance.”

“So, you decided to give it all up to prove a point?”

“Without you agreeing to sell the house, there would be no inheritance to give in the first place.”

“We really get to keep the house?” I ask again to confirm.

His smile grows. “Only if you accept my final offer.”

I look around the room. “Where are the other buyers?”

“I scared them away.”

“You?” A laugh explodes out of me, making Cal’s grin widen.

“Did you bribe them?”

He shakes his head.

“Threaten them?” I probe.

“No. I’m not Declan.”

I bite back my laugh. “Then what?”

“I explained my situation and how I was trying to win back the woman I love.”

A warmth blooms in my chest, right above my heart. “Then what happened with Lorenzo?”

“Asshole refused to back down. Said he didn’t know what was more disappointing: me making poor life choices for something as fickle as love, or everyone else walking away after I confessed I was hopelessly in love with you and desperately needed to buy the house.”

“Hopelessly in love with me, you say?”

The butterflies in my stomach flutter as he cups my chin. “I’ve always loved you, although at first it was platonic and innocent. But the love grew as we did, morphing into something more mature. Something strong enough to stand the test of time and distance every single year. A love built on memories of the past and a hope for the future.” He tucks a wave of hair behind my head. “A future I can’t see with anyone but you.”

My heart pounds furiously against my chest as if it wants to be heard.

He keeps going while clasping on to my trembling chin. “Purchasing the house isn’t about buying your love or trust or anything like that. I know that will only come with hard work and proving to you that I’m committed to being the best version of myself for both of us. The only reason I want to buy the house is because I want to buy into the future you want, whether it’s with me or someone else.” His voice cracks.

“Although I desperately hope you want that future with me. The one with the kids and the dock and all those model ships you want to build every summer. I want to spend my life daring you to do shit you’re afraid of, while having you push me to do the same. Just like I want to become the man you always dreamed I could be once I got my life together.”

My heart swells at his words. “I thought you hated this place.”

He shakes his head. “I hated being reminded of the person I could have been had I gotten better sooner.”

I reach up and cup his cheek. “And now?”

“I see it through your eyes, and now I can’t imagine being anywhere else but at your side—whether you are at the lake or on the other side of the world. Wherever you go, I want to follow. Whatever you accomplish, I want to be there to congratulate you. And whenever you struggle, I want to be there to pick up the pieces and hold you together until you’re strong enough to stand on your own.”

A tear slips down my cheek. “What changed?”

“I did.” He grips on to the back of my neck and pulls me forward. “Staying sober is going to be a process. Thirty days in rehab is a good start, but it’s not an instant cure for a lifelong addiction. I’ll have to put in the work and commit to bettering myself every single day. I only hope you’re willing to share the journey with me, because God, I want you to. I know I don’t deserve another chance, but I’m begging you to give me one anyway. Just give me one last chance to show you that I can be the man you want to spend the rest of your life with. That I can be the one to turn your dreams into realities.”

I take in the man I’ve loved since before I even understood what the word meant. “One last chance?”

He nods.

I cradle his face and press my lips against his. “Break my heart again and I’ll put a bullet in you for real this time.”

He smiles against my mouth. “Be sure to aim for the heart then, because that’s the only way you’ll keep me away.”