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I waved that off. “How was the cruise?”
“Fabulous. The northern lights were everything I remembered.”
“You went to Iceland for your honeymoon, right?” At twenty-one, if I recalled correctly.
“Yes, and at first I didn’t want to go, but ended up loving it.”
It was her way of keeping her husband alive. She sailed out there and reminisced about him, about their precious life together. We all missed the kind-hearted man, missed his humor and the way he aways made time for everyone.
Sadness flooded her eyes and then it was gone. “I still have all of you.”
I reached out and squeezed her hand. Our uncle had been gone for ten years, and she’d never remarried, preferring to live her life by embracing each day with vibrancy. She had a zest for adventure, whether it was traveling to new places or gathering everyone for dinner in a new location she’d discovered and wanted to share. Or lunching in fancy places like this.
“You like the hotel?” Talking about it made me happy.
“Yes, Cameron says I can stay here. I do love my little luxuries.”
She meant the staff pampering her, and Cameron was the opposite, preferring privacy.
“I have a new job,” I told her.
She narrowed her gaze on me. “Right.”
I sensed Cameron had shared the drama surrounding that, too. I continued regardless. “I’m at Pulse360. Only a lowly journalist, but so far, it’s fun. Lots of room for growth.”
Lots of room to bring down the head of the company, too, I mused.
She studied me for the longest time. “Your brothers are concerned about you being there.”
“I’m doing important work.”
“I don’t doubt it. But do take what they have to say to heart.”
“I will.”
She reached over and covered my hand with hers. “It’s not easy being the younger sibling of two remarkable men. I know that. Cameron and Henry are both unique but also similar. Both ambitious and smart and brilliant at what they do. The bar is set high.”
She read my expression.
“But you are no different, Willa. You are smart, and brilliant in a way that can scare people.”
“I’m like you,” I whispered.
“You are destined for greatness but know that along the way enemies will pop up and try to stop you. Especially in your line of work.”
“I always wanted to be a journalist.”
“You wanted to be a news anchor,” she said warmly. “And you will be. Not a matter of if, but when.”
Her believing in me was everything.
“But keep in mind that company is run by a wicked person.”
“What do you know about her?”
She let out a sigh. “You already know everything that is important. If you insist on digging around anything dangerous, you must accept Cameron’s offer of security.”
“They can stand out,” I said. “Bring me unwanted attention.”
