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helped him discard hours before. Once he was dressed—taking nothing with him other than his wallet and cell phone—he’d rushed out of that suite, calling his pilot to arrange an emergency flight for his private jet, to get him to Montana immediately.
    Calling the concierge to explain the situation and get the man to see to packing his bags, checking him out and sending the bags to him later.
    Calling his assistant to get to Montana ahead of him and begin dealing with the nightmare.
    By the time Callan was on his way to the airport, and finally remembered the woman he’d left in his bed, it was already too late.
    He’d called his hotel room from the plane—no answer. He’d talked again to the concierge, who had gone to the suite while he was still on the line.
    But Livi was gone, and there was no way for Callan to contact her when all he knew was her first name.
    They’d gone from the beach to his suite, so he had no idea what room had been hers, no way of trying to get a belated message to her. No way of ever letting her know what had happened, and that he’d hoped and expected their time together to end much differently.
    At the very least, it wouldn’t have ended with him disappearing into thin air.
    He felt rotten for how he’d treated Livi, even if he did have a reason for it. Under other circumstances, if they’d met again, he would have apologized, explained, maybe tried to make it up to her somehow.
    But under these circumstances?
    Nothing about these circumstances was normal.
    She was a Camden. He knew how Mandy had felt about the Camdens—any generation of them. She would never have trusted them. And she would never have let any one of them near Greta.
    And why had Livi come around?
    Callan couldn’t say that he trusted a Camden’s motives, either. Not after what he knew they’d done to Mandy’s dad.
    Did Livi Camden have something up her sleeve?
    She was the first Camden to make any contact since they’d got what they wanted all those years ago. It was something Mandy had always added when she’d told the story—that they’d never so much as said they were sorry, not even when her dad died...
    And that was what they did to supposed friends .
    Now Callan was being pressured to let one of them near Greta?
    But just how hard-line could he be with her, after the way he’d abandoned her in Hawaii, even if there had been a good reason? Not to mention just how hard-line could he be going up against the Tellers, who had taken an instant liking to Livi and seemed willing and eager to have her mentor their granddaughter?
    The Tellers, who he owed.
    The Tellers, who he’d promised John Jr. on his deathbed he would take care of.
    That promise was already hard enough to keep, given the way John Sr. refused to trust him. If Callan went against the man in this, it would just make the tensions between them that much worse.
    It didn’t seem like this was where to draw a line at all, except for Mandy’s feelings about the Camdens...
    Could he really let Livi into her daughter’s life?
    It felt wrong.
    But apparently only to him.
    By now, Livi Camden’s car was out of sight. And with the weight of everything bearing down on him, Callan bent over, hands to knees, and stared at the dirt under his feet.
    He’d had one hell of a lot to figure out even before he’d walked into the Tellers’ farmhouse and found Livi-from-Hawaii sitting there.
    Shortly, he’d be handing the farm over to the people he’d hired to look after it and taking the Tellers and Greta to Denver with him, and he had no idea what was going to happen then. Especially when it came to Greta. Raising a kid was so much more involved than anything he’d ever done before. He had to be her father . Her family along with the Tellers.
    But what did he know about being part of a family? About having a family?
    Nothing. Flat-out nothing.
    At least