The call picked up, Lorinda’s impatient voice crackling down the line.
“What the hell! Why did Catherine go off with Lance?”
Gavin sounded agitated, practically shouting, “Do you think he’ll hurt her?”
“She left with him?” Lorinda’s tone twisted with frustration. “Gavin, I set things up for you and you botched it. You live right downstairs and still managed to let someone else beat you to it.”
Gavin raked a hand through his messy hair. “I… overslept, okay?”
Lorinda’s sigh was more disappointed than sympathetic. “You knew the Lees have been circling. Catherine’s in a dangerous spot, and you just slept through it? You’re clearly no match for Lance—you’re never as quick or meticulous. Honestly, maybe it’s better she went with him. I just hope… she won’t hold it against me someday.”
Gavin swore under his breath. “Shit. Will I always lose out to Lance? It’s just the damn Lees—I refuse to believe I can’t handle them…”
He hung up, still grumbling.
One Riverside.
The estate sat on the edge of Eldervale, where the sea stretched endlessly ahead and forested hills towered behind. Lance’s suite was on the third floor, to the right; he set Catherine and Lanny up across the landing, in the room to the left.
“Lance, my room’s on the ground floor—it’ll be hard to keep an ear out for Lanny up here,” Alexa protested. “Why don’t you let Catherine and Lanny move downstairs instead?” If Lanny cried, she wouldn’t hear a thing from her room.
Lance lingered at the head of the stairs, leaning on the railing. “You’re in charge of Catherine’s meals. When Lanny’s downstairs, keep an eye on him. The rest of the time, you don’t need to come up.”
Alexa let out a baffled little “Huh?” and shot a questioning look at Catherine.
Catherine stood from the sofa, walking to the bottom of the stairs and gazing up. “I’ve never taken care of Lanny by myself at night before.”
“You have me,” Lance replied, brisk and matter-of-fact.

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