Final Offer (Dreamland Billionaires #3) by Lauren Asher

“A warning? How utterly unoriginal.”

He leans forward while holding on to his holster with a tight grip. “Do you have a death wish?”

“No, although I’m sure you would be more than willing to put a bullet in my head. After all, you didn’t mind stabbing me in the back as soon as I left.”

His eyes narrow. “What do you mean?”

“You and Alana.”

“What about us?” He doesn’t even blink.

“How long did it take you to go after my girl?”

“She’s not your anything.”

My fingers dig into the soft flesh of my palms. “Alana might be yours now, but I’ll always be her first in every way that counts.” First kiss. First love. First heartbreak. No matter how hard Wyatt tries, he will never be able to erase our history, even long after I leave this godforsaken town for the final time.

With the way he stares at me, it feels as if he is reading my soul. “Are you…jealous?”

“Jealous of you? What for?” I give him an unimpressed once-over.

“My question exactly.” His lips curve upward, only stoking my irritation like one would fan a flame.

Isabelle arrives with my burger, saving me from Wyatt and his perceptive stare.

I gesture toward my plate. “If you don’t mind, I’d rather eat my dinner in peace without your toxic masculinity stinking up the place.”

“Of course. Nice seeing you, Percival.” He tips his hat.

Him calling me by my middle name reminds me of too much, all at once. My stomach churns, and the food in front of me becomes inedible.

I flip him off. “Fuck you, Eugene.”

“I think I’ll fuck Alana instead, but thanks for the offer.” He winks.

The bastard. My right eye twitches.

“Maybe I’ll even go there tonight.” His eyes brighten. “It’s not like you could hear us all the way from the guesthouse, right?”

I always kept my aggression on the ice and away from others, but all it takes is Wyatt grinning at me, talking about fucking Lana, to tip me over the edge.

I bolt from my seat and reach for him. Either I’m out of practice or he learned some new moves because I end up slammed against a table, my hands cuffed behind my back within five seconds flat. It’s embarrassing how quickly he takes me down, so I’m grateful only five people bear witness.

As if she read my mind, Isabelle holds up her cellphone and snaps a photo. If that ends up on the internet, Declan will hang me by the Dreamland flagpole for all the park visitors to see.

Wyatt pulls me up and shoves me toward the diner entrance. “Welcome back, asshole.”





“You what?!” I reach out for the doorframe to hold me up. The flashing blue and red lights on top of Wyatt’s cruiser light up the house. Even though I took my contacts out before bed, I can make out Cal’s silhouette in the back of Wyatt’s police car, glaring a hole into his back.

“I just wanted to get under his skin.” Wyatt’s gaze drops to his boots.

“Wyatt Eugene Williams the third. What were you thinking?”

His weight shifts. “I’m sorry.”

I smack his hat right off his head since I can’t slap his face around. “Delilah is going to be so pissed at you for insinuating you were going to fuck me.”

“I already got an earful from Dee when I called to let her know I would be late tonight. She told me to go sleep out on the porch like a dog if I was hell-bent on acting like one.”

“I don’t blame her. You said you were going to…” Nope. Can’t even finish that sentence.

My stomach rolls in protest. There is no way I would ever touch Wyatt, let alone screw around with him since he is not only a good friend, but my best friend’s husband.

Wyatt crosses his arms against his uniform. “I think he’s jealous.”

I let out a loud laugh. “No way.”

“He tried to choke me, Alana.”

“Cal?”

“Yes, Cal! I don’t think I’ve ever seen him that pissed before. It caught me off guard.”

I try to wrap my head around Cal attacking anyone. The only time I saw him unhinged was while playing hockey, and it never went past the arena. Ever.

I shake my head. “He’s got the personality of a golden retriever.”

“Yeah, a rabid one. I panicked for a moment before my training kicked in.”

I rub my eyes. “Is he under arrest?”

“Hell no. There is no way I would risk losing my job for that.”

Of course not. Arresting a Kane on anything less than tax fraud or a murder charge would be cause for immediate dismissal.

I sigh. “Why did you bring him here instead of the guesthouse?”

Wyatt grabs the handcuff keys from his belt. “Since I can’t arrest him, I thought it would be a fun way to torture him.” He leans forward and places both his hands on the doorframe. From Cal’s vantage point, it probably looks like he might even be kissing me.

“You’re asking for it.” I give his shoulder a shove.

“I’m doing it to save you from him sniffing around.”

I peek over Wyatt’s shoulder to find Cal throwing daggers with his eyes. “Be careful uncuffing him. He looks pretty pissed off.”

Wyatt laughs as he jogs back to his car and opens the back door. He is quick to unlock the handcuffs and send Cal on his merry way with another tip of his hat.