Page 68 of Finally Found You

Kenzy pulls out her phone, taps it several times, and hands it to me. “Well, you should find out before we leave on Monday.”

“Are you okay, Kenzy?” I hear Camilla on the other line, and my heart skips a beat.

“She’s fine,” I manage to mumble, my gaze following my daughter as she leaves the room.

“Oh, it’s you,” she whispers, and her surprise sends a thrill down my spine.

“It’s good to hear your voice,” I reply, my mind a swirling mix of uncertainty and hope. Did Kenzy really just give me her blessing to pursue Cami?

“Did she talk to you about her origins?” Cami pulls me back to reality.

“You knew?” I ask, feeling a pang of betrayal.

“She called me earlier. Apparently, your brothers talked about it,” she confesses. “I suggested she spoke to you. I’m glad she did.”

“Did she tell you anything else?” I venture, my heart pounding against my ribs.

“No, that was all. Was there anything else?”

Swallowing my hesitations, I make the leap. “Would it be okay if I go to Seattle with Kenzy?”

“Sure. I mean, I’ll take good care of her, but if you think it’s necessary, you’re more than welcome. Though, we only have the couch.”

“I think I can afford a hotel room close to your place.” I chuckle, relief washing over me. “See you soon, Cami.”

“Okay,” she responds, uncertain before the line goes dead.

Now, I find myself in the quiet aftermath, Kenzy’s words resonating in my mind. If she decides to take back her offer, I’ll just stay close by while she enjoys her week. If not… Will Camilla accept me? Does she even care about me enough to give me a chance?

I don’t know, but maybe it’s time my heart claims what it wants.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Lysander

“If I knew you were coming too, I would’ve flown yesterday,” Benedict gripes, the words barely escaping his clenched jaw as we settle into the leather-rich fragrance of the private jet.

I shoot him a hard look. “But we only have one jet,” I drawl, the words hanging heavy in the air between us.

A smirk plays on his lips. “Sure, but my brother-in-law has several and we wouldn’t have missed Sunday dinner.”

“We’re complaining a lot, aren’t we?” I casually throw the question in his direction, tinged with sarcasm. He’s been in a mood for quite some time.

“Cory’s dating that new guy,” Kenzy mumbles, pretending she’s being stealthy. “He’s biting off heads left and right—except for Bernie’s, of course.”

His response is swift, a low growl. “I don’t care who she’s dating.”

“Sure, and I’m the ambassador of Narnia,” Kenzy retorts. She pulls out a coloring book from her backpack and turns to Bernie. “Why don’t you and I color?”

Benedict glares at Kenzy. His gaze could freeze the air. “I was going to sit there.”

“Really, Ben?” I sigh incredulously. “Are we going to pick a fight with a fifteen-year-old?”

He grumbles under his breath, his tall frame sinking into another seat. I sit close to him, knowing we haven’t had a real conversation in a long time.

“What’s bothering you?” I ask.

He shakes his head, a shadow of denial darkening his eyes. “Nothing.”

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