Chapter 289: Asking Lucian, Officially
CAMERON
I had asked Lucian a number of critical questions six months ago. It wasn’t a kind of quiet kitchen conversation from years back. But I asked the critical questions on bended knee in our own garden. Lake was conspicuously absent for the first time in his life when something significant was happening. I'd finally learned my lesson about the importance of advance notice.
We hadn't made it formal yet. Not in the sense that mattered to my mother. No announcement. No venue. No date. We'd simply continued living the life we'd already built. The engagement was settling into our days in the same unhurried way everything between us always had. No rush attached, because we'd already proven, across years of patient Tuesdays, that we didn't need urgenc
