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"I'm…nervous about it," Kai admits, his eyes meeting mine with a raw honesty that resonates deeply. "It's been a long time. And I'm not sure how I'll feel, being back here. Starting a new law practice. It's…scary." He holds a hand up to stop my interruption when I open my mouth to respond. "But," he adds with a smile that reaches his eyes, "the thought of being closer to you…that's what makes it feel right. That's what makes me excited about it." Kai reaches across the table and places his hand in mine. "Because Shaun. I love you, too."
I squeeze Kai's hand, a silent gesture of support and unwavering belief. "So, Rockport Ridge will be home for us?"
Kai's following spoken words settle into my bones. "I can see it. Us, there. It feels…right."
The simple act of holding Kai's hand across the table, with the subtle pressure of my thumb tracing a gentle arc on his skin, feels like a silent vow —a commitment to the future that has so beautifully begun to unfold before us. The relief that the lawsuit is nearing its conclusion is immense. Still, it's overshadowed by the exhilarating prospect of what lies ahead: building a life,brick by emotional brick, with the man who has become so integral to my world.
The gentle clinking of silverware, the murmur of distant conversations, all fade into the background as my attention remains fixed on Kai, on the silent promise of a tomorrow we will face, together.
This night is more than just a date; it's a turning point, a quiet coronation of a love that had blossomed quickly and unexpectedly, yet with a power that feels as enduring as the old oak trees gracing the landscape of Rockport Ridge.
Eighteen
Kai
Sitting in the all-too-familiar conference room, I nervously tap my pen on my portfolio, containing documents that will either exonerate or start a whole new round of legal battles for my client. The things I uncovered are mind-boggling, but true to my word, I will not air all of Heather Maddison's dirty laundry.Just the pieces to help clear Shaun's name.
"Thank you, Butterfly," Shaun whispers to me, bumping his shoulder with mine, breaking me from my thoughts. "I really don't know that I would have survived this without you."
I reach out and take his hand that was resting on the table in mine and offer him a reassuring squeeze. "You're stronger than you think. You would have made it through."
"I'm not so sure," he whispers back just as the conference door opens, drawing our attention to Mr. Malloy and Heather's arrival.
I take a few calming breaths and adjust the portfolio in front of me. I don't bother with pleasantries.
We weren't going to see either of them until we met in front of the judge. Still, I called Rebecca to set up this meeting because there have been some new developments, and I want to give them a chance to end this here and now. I am hopeful, but not counting on it. Mr. Malloy's arrogance will never allow himto walk away with his tail between his legs. But if he wants to play hardball…bring it on.
Thankfully, Rebecca was able to schedule this meeting on Malloy's calendar at the last minute.
"What's this meeting about?" Malloy's gruff tone is already grating on my nerves as he takes the chair across from me. Heather sits on his left across from Shaun. I can't wait to knock him down a peg–or six.
Make. Him. Squirm.
I don't address him and go straight in for the kill
shot.
"Heather, this past year must have been challenging, especially after losing one child through miscarriage," I sigh to show a dramatic display of empathy while looking away, trying to hold back my fake tears. "My sister-in-law had gone through the same tragedy, and it almost destroyed her," I say calmly.
I'm an only child, but she doesn't need to know that.
Mr. Malloy furrows his brows and barks out, "You will address your questions to me."
Technically, I didn't ask a question. Yet.
"And it's Ms. Maddison." Heather adds on. "And what are you talking about? I never had a miscarriage. I wish this baby had been one, though. Instead, he's deformed because of Mr. Quack Job over there." Heather spats out immaturely while pointing her chin at Shaun.
She took the bait.
Further research of her medical record showed that she wanted a baby so badly, but was unable to conceive. She ended up with a hysterical pregnancy. She displayed all the signs and symptoms, even gaining weight. After several months, she went to her OB/GYN and was told she wasn't pregnant. Not only that, there were no signs of a pregnancy. Her lab results were also within the normal range at the time. Shortly after, she had apsychotic break following that appointment. I read one note in her file that claimed she could see her baby's ghost.
"Shut it, Heather." Mr. Malloy tells her, holding his hand up in front of her face to silence her rambling.
Ramble on, Heather.
"It's Dr. Whitmore, and you will show him respect," my voice commands.
Mr. Malloy scoffs. "Just tell me if he's signed the settlement, Kapling. Stop wasting our time," he demands, trying to bring this meeting back on track as if he holds all the cards.
