Billionaire, I Am Not Your Wife! novel Chapter 126

Chapter 115: He Will Comet

Cameron’s POV

“All right.” His voice had returned to the professional register, the clean level quality, but underneath it something had changed that hadn’t been there at the beginning of the call. “I’ll see you at eleven.”

“I’ll tell Caroline to expect you.”

“Tell her the Meridian file has a supplementary note in the second appendix that she may have missed. It’ll make the briefing faster.”

“Of course there’s a supplementary note in the second appendix.”

“There’s always a supplementary note,” he said, and this time the not-quite-smile was audible. “I’ll see you at eleven, Cameron.”

He ended the call.

I put the phone down on the desk and looked at it.

Eleven o’clock. Four hours and forty-six minutes.

I picked the phone back up and called Durian.

He answered on the first ring. “Well?”

“He’s coming back. He’ll be here at eleven.”

A pause in which I could hear Durian deciding how much satisfaction to express. “And the other thing?”

“He wants to have a conversation,” I said. “When the immediate professional urgencies are handled.”

Durian was quiet for a moment. Then: “Cameron.”

“Yes.”

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“That’s-that’s a good outcome. From where you started Monday night, that’s a significantly better outcome than was likely.”

“I know.”

“How do you feel?”

I looked at the Singapore file in the corner of my desk. At the weather note I’d been thinking about since I’d read it. At the empty chair outside the glass wall, four hours and forty-six minutes from being occupied by someone who noticed things and filed them away and had been filing specific things away and had just told me, in the careful precise language of a person who didn’t waste words, that he had something to say when there was time to say it.

“Like I should have said the true thing eleven months ago,” I said.

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“Probably,” Durian agreed. “But you said it now. That’s what’s available.”

“The morning is available,” I said.

“What?”

“Something someone told me recently. About what’s available.”

“Wise person.”

“She’s getting wiser.” I looked at the window. “I’m going to call her.”

“Your sister?”

“She’s going to say I told you so.”

“She’s going to say I told you so while being gracious about it,” Dufian said. “Which is worse, but also

better.”

“Yes.” I paused. “Thank you. For Monday night. For-all of it.”

“You’d have done the same.”

“I would have,” I said, and meant it, and ended the call.

I sat for a moment longer.

Then I called Sedona.

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She answered on the third ring with the voice she had when she was awake but still horizontal, the slightly slower quality of someone in a hospital bed who had all the time that existing in a hospital bed gave you.

“Cameron,” she said. “It’s early.”

“It’s eight-thirty.”

“I know when it is.” A pause. “Are you all right?”

“He’s coming back,” I said. “The person from work. I called him this morning and he’s coming back.”

Silence.

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Then Sedona said, in the voice she used when she was being careful with something fragile: “Cameron.”

“I know.”

“Did you-did you say the true thing?”

I thought about the broken glass, and the eighteen months, and the note in the margin, and the voice on the phone that had said *I’d like the opportunity to say mine*.

“Yes,” I said. “I said the true thing.”

Sedona was quiet for a moment. I could hear the hospital sounds behind her-the ambient machinery of the place she’d been living in, the particular acoustic quality of a room that was clinical and had people doing their best to make it less so.

He Will Came

“Good,” she said finally. “That’s-Cameron, that’s good.”

“Don’t say I told you so.”

“I wasn’t going to.”

“You were thinking it.”

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“I was thinking that my brother, who manages everything for everyone, managed something for himself for once.” A pause. “And that it’s about time.”

I looked out the window at Seattle, gray and present, the city that was mine the same way it was hers, the place we’d both come from and both returned to in our different ways.

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

“Better today. The fatigue is lighter.” Another pause. “Dante brought something with ginger again this morning. It helps.”

“I know it helps,” I said, and let the statement be whatever it was, and heard her not-saying something on the other end of the line.

“Cameron,” she said.

“Yes.”

“The next time you have something you’re sitting on for eighteen months-”

“I know.”

“Tell me sooner.”

“I’ll try.”

“Try harder than you tried this time.”

“That’s a very low bar.”

“I know,” she said, and I could hear the smile in it, the real one, the one I’d been hearing more of since she’d come home. “That’s why I said it.”

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I laughed. Quietly, genuinely, the laugh of someone who’d been through a significant forty-eight hours and had arrived somewhere better than they’d started.

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