Page 58 of Easton Island: Old-Fashioned Christmas
“Since you travel frequently and I divide my time between here and Toronto, you and Tristan could move in, using this as your home base for the time being, until Tristan gets to know us,” Brett said.
Jeff’s eyes flickered with surprise. “Move to Easton Estate?”
“Correct,” Elizabeth confirmed. “Tristan can enroll in the school here on the island. Morgan lives close by. Most of my staff are like family. Between Brett, Morgan and me, Tristan will always be surrounded by family.”
“What do you think?” Jeff placed a light hand on his nephew’s shoulder. “Would you like to move here and see how it goes? We can always move back to Nevada if it doesn’t work out.”
Tristan lifted his head, his eyes meeting Brett’s. “You really want me?” he whispered.
Morgan looked away, hot tears burning the back of her eyes. So much emotion in his question. A young boy who had lost everything and yet…gained one of the greatest gifts…a father.
Brett knelt next to him. “Yes, I do. You’re my son, Tristan. We have a lot of catching up to do. I would very much like you to give me a chance to make up for the lost years when we didn’t know each other. What do you say?”
Fidgeting on one foot and then the other, Tristan gazed around the room before giving them his answer. “Okay. I want to stay.”
The end.
