Chapter 87

NOAH

Noah squared his shoulders toward Camille’s stepdad. Their last meeting had kicked off the worst period of Noah’s life—the years he’d been forced to spend without Camille. Nathan Vanderbilt might hold all the cards, but Noah would never cower to another man. With as much calm as he could muster, Noah extended his hand in greeting. “Mr. Vanderbilt.”

Nathan’s gaze hadn’t left Noah’s, but his fist remained clenched at his side. A scowl painted the older man’s face, but it was subtle. A Vanderbilt never truly showed his temper.

Bonnie released Noah’s other hand and ran to her husband. “Oh, Nathan.” She sobbed onto his chest. “She’s in there, and she looked—”

“Yes,” Nathan interrupted his wife. He spoke to her, but his focus was still trained on Noah. “Why don’t you have a seat in the waiting room? I’ll be right there.”

Bonnie wasn’t a pushover, but she liked to keep the peace, and she wasn’t oblivious to the tension between her husband and Noah.

He retracted his waiting hand and cros