Final Offer (Dreamland Billionaires #3) by Lauren Asher

Any recommendations?



Iris

Let’s ask Zahra.



Iris follows up with a message in the group chat I share with the two of them.

Iris

Do you have any book recommendations for Cal?



I throw my ball against the ceiling as I wait for Zahra to answer.

Zahra

What do you like?



The opposite of whatever you read.



Zahra

No romance. Got it.



My phone starts pinging from her texts of recommendations. I pull up my notes app and type out her suggestions before leaving the guesthouse.

By the time I park outside One More Chapter Bookstore, Zahra sent an encouraging message about how happy she is about me getting into reading.

The tiny store hasn’t changed one bit since Lana and I used to visit. Tall wooden shelves line the walls, packed to the very top with books waiting to be purchased.

“Hi. How can I help you?” Meg, the older woman who has owned the shop since my mom used to take my brothers and I here, pops up behind me.

“I’m looking for a book.” I turn to face her.

The smile on her face dims. Typical. “Oh. Which one?”

I pull out my phone and rattle off the three Zahra recommended. Meg quickly finds the books for me and rings up my purchase.

“There you go.” She hands me the bag full of books.

The bell above the door rings. I look over my shoulder to find Violet strolling inside with Delilah.

Fucking small towns.

I haven’t seen them in six years. While Violet’s hair color has changed back to her natural blond color, Delilah still looks the same, although the ring on her left hand and the cane she leans against are new to me.

Violet’s eyes connect with mine first. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” I hold up my bag.

Her nose wrinkles. “Since when do you read?”

“It took me a few decades, but I finally got the hang of it.”

“You think this is all some kind of joke?” Violet charges toward me.

Meg disappears behind a stack of books, leaving me to deal with the red-faced woman who used to be one of my friends.

“I’m not here to cause problems.” I keep my voice neutral, repeating the mantra that seems to follow me everywhere.

“So Alana says, but I have a hard time believing that.” Violet stabs me in the chest with her finger.

Delilah frowns as she tugs on her friend’s arm. “Come on, Violet. Just leave him alone.”

She glances over at her friend. “One second.” Her head slowly swivels back toward me like something out of a horror movie. “If you’re here to screw with Alana again—”

I stop her. “I’m not.”

“You’re still drinking,” she states.

“Is that considered a crime?”

“It’s pathetic,” she hisses. It’s nothing I haven’t heard before, yet having the words slung at me from someone who was once a friend cuts deeper than I care to admit.

You are pathetic.

A heavy weight presses against my chest, making breathing an impossible task.

Her upper lip peels back. “You’re no better than her sister, making all these promises and never following through.”

My hand holding onto the bag tightens until my nails bite into my skin. “I know. Why do you think I left in the first place?”

Her eyes bulge.

“If you don’t mind, I’m going to go now.” My feet feel like someone attached two anvils to them, making every step exponentially more difficult than the last.

I bypass my car and head directly toward Last Call at the end of Main Street. It is a locals’ spot, so my entrance stirs up whispers and glares from everyone gathered around the bar.

I stick to the unoccupied stool at the end of the counter, right across from a few people I recognize from around town.

The dark-haired bartender walks over to me with a frown. I remember him from one of Lana’s birthday parties, although his face has filled out and his muscles have muscles.

Henry shakes his head. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“Vodka tonic, please.” I ignore him as I smack a fifty-dollar bill against the counter.

His scowl only deepens. “No.”

“Seriously?”

He crosses his bulging arms against his chest. “Isabelle warned us about you.”

For fuck’s sake. Did they have a town hall meeting about me?

“What did she say?”

The veins in his arms jump. “We’re not allowed to serve you.”

“Of course you’re not. That’s fine. I’ll just take my money elsewhere.” I snatch the bill and pocket it. I’m sure a nearby town will be more than happy to take my money and help me avoid an exchange like this again.

“Go to hell!” someone shouts from across the bar.

Little do they know, I’m already there.





Things finally feel like they’re falling into place for me. Lana has even trusted me with a key to the house again after I needed access to it and she had plans for the weekend.

Even packing has gone smoothly over the last week. Most of my grandpa’s items are cleared out of the attic, and the only thing left is to pack up is my old bedroom. It’s located at the farthest corner of the house, a long way away from the childish giggling happening on the other side of the second floor.