My cheeks heat. “Please don’t say it’s the one of me trying on makeup for the first time.”
His eyes spark. “No, although that one is a classic.”
I scratch my head. “I thought I got rid of all my mom’s incriminating photos.”
He shrugs. “Maybe you didn’t.”
I shake his shoulders. “You need to tell me which one.” I will not rest until I know which embarrassing photo Cal keeps of me for the bad days.
“Relax. I was just joking. I swear it’s not bad.”
“Like I should believe you,” I scoff.
His eyes roll as he pulls a photo out of his wallet and tosses it on my lap. “Consider this our first test in trusting one another.”
My hands shake as I lift the photo Cal saved inhis wallet.
“Is this…” I flip the photo, answering my question for me.
Get drunk on life, not alcohol.
Love,
Lana
“You saved it.” I turn it over again and stare at the younger versions of us. The photo has lightened with age and light exposure, and the edges have worn over the years. “This is what you look at on the bad days?”
He swipes the photo from my hands and tucks it back inside his wallet. “Yup.”
“Of all the photos, why this one?” My voice shakes.
“Because it reminds me that there was once a time when I was truly happy.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into a hug. “I want you to be truly happy again.”
His arms tighten around me. “I’m getting there.”
The private car drops us off at the fanciest hotel Dreamland has to offer. Cal takes us up to a penthouse suite with its own private elevator, chef’s kitchen, movie theater room, and a perfect view of the lake that makes up a large part of the Kane Company property.
“This is so cool!” Cami gets lost somewhere between the dining area and the chef’s kitchen.
Never in my life have I stayed somewhere quite like this.
Rowan, Cal’s brother who I haven’t seen since he was wearing braces and freaking out over comic books, left a note about the all-access VIP passes.
Food. Drinks. Behind-the-scenes exclusive experiences.
I’ve spent my whole life around the Kanes’ wealth, but this is the first real time I’m able to enjoy it myself. Since Cal said to spare no expense, I call room service and order three expensive steaks and an overly priced bottle of orange juice for Cami.
I have a Michelin star taste on a Betty Crocker budget, so I might as well enjoy the finer things in life while they last.
When in Dreamland…
A loud foghorn snags Cami’s attention. She runs back to the sliding door and presses her face against the glass, making it fog from her hot breath.
“Look! A boat!” Cami points at a ferry pulling into the dock to drop off the families.
I kneel beside her. “I see that.”