“This isn’t funny!” she snapped. “What did he think he was playin’ at? He should burn in hell for even thinkin’ of doin’ such a thing for that disgrace of a club.”
That was it. My parents and my brothers burst into uncontrollable laughter, and damn it if it didn’t feel good to laugh, and to laugh with them.
“He was ensuring his condition was met.” Jeffery smiled, looking like he could barely contain his own laughter. “That’s all.”
My uncle was a bloody gem.
I shook my head, smiling. “I’m not even surprised that he’s done something like this.”
“He was very careful when we drew it up.” Jeffery nodded, grinning. “He got a kick out of the threat when he thought of your reactions.”
My mother grumbled to herself, “The bloody git.”
I chuckled, and so did my brothers.
“We can discuss things in detail before you choose whether or not to abide by the condition, Lane,” Jeffery said. “It is a little complex as Harry said I would have to take your word and trust you when you reply to my question.”
I didn’t even have to think about the next words that left my mouth. “I’ll abide by the condition. My uncle was a smart man, and I know whatever he wants me to do will be the right thing. I trust him.”
Jeffery beamed. “Fantastic. I’ll start the paperwork to have you named as the new property owner of Harry’s home, and you can decide what to do with the contents. I will need your bank information so I can transfer your inheritance from your uncle to you.”
This was surreal.
“I’ll have to email that information to you.”
“No problem,” Jeffery said, and smiled.
I zoned out for a minute or two, enough time to allow myself to comprehend the magnitude of what I’d inherited. I came back to the present just as Jeffery, who was speaking to my nanny, said, “. . . had me draw this up after he found out about his heart condition.”
“Wait a second,” I suddenly gasped. “What do you mean by ‘heart condition’?”
I looked from Jeffery to the faces of my family members.
“He didn’t tell you?” My mother seemed surprised.
I stared at her. “You think I would have stayed away if I knew he’d had a heart condition? Really, Mum? Do you think that little of me to ever believe I’d be so dismissive of someone I love so much?”
My mother shook her head. “No, of course not. I just can’t believe this. How could he not have told you?”
She looked at my father as if he had the answer.
We all looked to Lochlan when he spoke. “Isn’t is obvious?”
“Not to me,” I quipped.
“Why didn’t Kale allow anyone to tell you about Kaden when he died?” my brother asked.
I swallowed. “Because he didn’t want me to come unless it was my decision to.”
Lochlan nodded. “Uncle Harry obviously thought the same as Kale. He knew you better than anyone, and he knew that you weren’t ready to come home, so he kept the heart condition away from you.”
I was furious.
“Why does everyone think they know what’s best for me?” I snapped.
My father sighed. “Because you don’t know what’s best for you, darling. If we step on your toes, it’s because we want to help you.”
I knew that was true, but it didn’t make it any less frustrating.
“What was wrong with him?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.
My mother answered me. “He had coronary artery disease.”
I sucked in a pained breath. “Did . . . did you all know he would die?”
If they said yes and still had never contacted me to tell me, I didn’t know what I would do.
“No,” Layton said. “We didn’t. We all only found out about it a few months ago because he had some chest pains here and there. He changed his diet, took on different medication in order to lower the risk of a heart attack, but none of it worked. He refused a procedure to try and remove some plaque because he didn’t want to be stuck up in a hospital. You know how much he hated them.”
“I can’t believe this,” I murmured. “I had no idea.”
“This is a lot to process for you, Lane. Take a minute,” Layton said.
My nanny placed her hand on mine. “The will is done with. You said you’d abide by the condition to keep everything. You don’t have to stress about that; we can get in and clear everything out at any given time. There’s no rush on it.”
“Unless,” Lochlan murmured, “you plan on selling and moving back to America.”
He wasn’t being rude; he was just stating one of my options.
“Do you all think New York is the best place for me?” I asked, my eyes pleading for honesty. I needed some guidance, and the usual two people I sought it from – my best friend and uncle – were gone from this earth.
“No, I don’t think it is,” my mother answered. “I’m not just saying this because I want you to come home, but you’ve been there for six years, and I saw the moment that you looked at Kale in the parlour the night you came home that nothing had changed for you. Whatever you thought would be solved by moving to America hasn’t changed. You still love him.”
She’s right, I thought. I do still love him.
“I’m really confused, and I don’t know what to do,” I admitted. “You’re right, Mum: I do still love Kale, but things are even worse than they were before. He lost Kaden and Drew, and in a lot of ways he lost me too. I’ve changed, and so has he. I don’t want to cause any more hurt. What if being here makes everything worse?”
“What if it doesn’t?” Layton questioned.
My shoulders sagged. “That’s a pretty big ‘if’, Lay.”
He nodded. “It is, but what do you have to lose?”
“Nothing,” I replied.
“Exactly,” he stated. “If nothing comes of you and Kale, at least we will all be here for you. You won’t be alone again, and you’ll never have to go to bed questioning if you’ve done the right thing. You tried being away, and it didn’t help. It’s time to be here and see what happens.”
Layton was right. But could I handle coming home and going back to being just friends with Kale? I didn’t have the answer.
“I’m scared,” I whispered.
My father hunkered down in front of me and pushed loose strands of hair out of my face. “You have to be brave, kid.”
I nodded.
“Can you really see yourself goin’ back ta New York knowin’ everythin’ ye now know?” Nanny asked me.
I envisioned myself going back to New York and falling back into my usual routine while knowing Kale was back home, needing support. I thought about how I’d never receive a phone call, email or Skype invite from my uncle again, and how I’d be on my own whenever I missed him. I wondered if I could deal with only speaking to my family on the phone or over Skype when I felt so loved and supported in their presence. I asked myself one very important question: Can you go back to feeling hollow and numb?
“No,” I said aloud, answering Nanny’s question, and my own.
My family looked at me, and I saw the hope in their eyes.
“What are you saying, Lane?” my father asked. “Be blunt.”
“I can’t go back – I don’t want to go back,” I said, and I knew that when I spoke those words, I truly meant them.
“Lane,” my mother whispered, tears filling her aqua-blue eyes.
I pressed on before the emotion of my decision hit me. “I’m staying here,” I said, and felt the weight of the world fall off my shoulders. “Harry’s house will be my house. I’m moving back here for good. I’m done with being away from you all. Uncle Harry’s passing has shown me that this is where I belong. With you all. I belong at home.”
Multiple arms came around me, and I heard little whimpers of joy and relief that I knew came from my mother. I made sure to hug each of my family members and assured them I was dead serious. I was moving back home.
Holy. Shit.
Roman. His handsome face was the first to enter my mind. I didn’t know why the urge to speak to him was so great, but it was. There was so much that I had to tell him, and I suddenly couldn’t wait to talk to him.
“Roman,” I breathed when my family released me. “This is all a lot to take in, and I want to talk to my friend.”
“You can use the office next door,” Jeffery offered as he stood up from his desk.
I thanked Jeffery and walked into a large adjoining room that had a few boxes stacked on top of one another. I wasted no time in taking out my phone and dialling Roman’s number.
He answered on the fifth ring.
“Hello?” His voice sounded huskier than usual, and it was then that I remembered it was very early in New York City.
“Sorry, Ro.” I winced. “I forgot about the time difference. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“It’s fine,” he assured me after a long yawn. “I’m glad you called. Are you okay?” I was about to answer, when he suddenly inhaled sharply. “Shit, sorry,” he breathed. “You just buried your uncle. Of course you aren’t okay.”
I sat on a lone chair next to the window across the room. “I’m as well as can be expected, but I didn’t call you to talk about that because I’ll just cry, and I’m so fed up with crying.”
“What did you call about then?” he quizzed.
“I don’t know where to begin,” I said on a groan.
“From the beginning?” Roman suggested. “That’s as good a place as any to start.”
“Kale’s son, Kaden,” I blurted out. “He died when he was ten months old, from cancer.”
“Oh, my God.”