Chapter 47

Darian's POV

"Daddy."

Cal leaned close to my ear, his voice low and solemn.

I shifted my gaze to him. "What is it?"

"Man. Dealership," he said. "Lunch. Vane."

I had grown quite familiar with his way of speaking by now.

"When you were at the dealership, a man asked Vane to lunch?"

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