Chapter 200: Telling Lucian The Good News
CAMERON POV
I called Lucian at eight-seventeen, after breakfast had concluded and my mother had started making sounds about dinner planning—actual dinner planning, for the hypothetical future dinner—and my father had retrieved his newspaper and returned to it with the air of a man who had received good news and was allowing himself to sit quietly in the warmth of it.
Lucian picked up on the second ring.
"Good morning," he said. The professional version first—he always started with the professional version until he confirmed what register we were in.
"I told them," I said.
A pause.
"This morning?" he said.
"Breakfast."
Another pause—longer. I could hear him recalibrating. "Cameron—"
"They'd like to have dinner. Properly. With you." I pause
