Page 91 of Executive Decision

I couldn’t breathe deeply. The bruised ribs complicated that.

“Ring me tomorrow. On Sunday, we can do whatever you like, but I strongly caution you that this could backfire.”

I was resolute. I wanted to do this. Rage won out. As Cal’s face appeared at the doorway—so full of worry—I wanted it even more. I needed to give us a chance. No matter how challenging this was, I longed totrywith Cal. He signaled a future I never thought I’d get. And with him, things lookedhopeful. If I wanted to rid myself of Chandler, I must play dirty. If I wanted more with Cal, I’d have to shoot my shot—even if it backfired.

“You’re up,” Cal said.

“I am,” I said. “Cal, there is… I need to talk to you.”

“I’m sorry. I feel so bad. Chloe does, too.”

Cal sat on the bed.

“No. It’s not about this, but… something has happened with my ex, and… it’s messy.”

“You can tell me anything, Daphne,” Cal said.

I smiled, knowing it was true.

I squeezed his hand, affirming, “That’s why I trust you with this.”

But before I could share, Elise appeared.

“We will soon have dinner. Will Miss Delphine join us?”

The way she said it made it clear she wasn’t happy about that prospect.

Cal turned, reading my mind. “I think I’ll take her home and put her to bed instead, but thanks, Mom.”

Relief rushed over me. The last thing I needed right now was Elise intervening. I didn’t need her thirty-year feud with my mother to bubble over while I was broken and battered in more ways than one. I needed to feel safe and that would never happen at a table with a woman who had a personal vendetta against my family.

“Suit yourself, then.” Elise left.

Cal whispered, “I will explain it later.”

“You don’t need to say anything. I am grateful you’re taking care of me. That’s all.”

I kissed him, though it hurt. His lips pressed to mine reminded me I needed to choose me—to choose happiness—and ignore those who’d rain on my redemption arc. I refused to apologize for feeling joy.

“I’m assuming she knows?” I asked.

He brushed my face. “Unfortunately.”

“And she’s not happy?”

“Also, unfortunately not.”

“We’re grown-ups, Cal. I don’t care. I need to tell Mum, though. Before she finds out from yours.”

“I doubt she would ever admit I was schtupping David Delphine’s daughter. It would suggest an alliance.”

I chuckled. “Well, we shouldn’t put it likethatI suppose.”

“No, we would have to be honest—to tell everyone that Cal Markham fell for Daphne Delphine a million years ago and that he loves her.”

The words took me by surprise, but feltsoright. I shouldn’t love this man. I shouldn’t feel so strong. Until now, I hadn’t thought I could even name the feeling. Now, as he cupped my face, his eyes so kind and sweet, I’d never deny my feelings.

“And I’d have to admit that—despite my better judgement—I love Cal Markham.”

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