Lana tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She wondered if anyone in the house other than the kids could sleep. Nolan and Ryder obviously had no idea how serious the near-break-in had been. After running around the park for a couple hours, Lana and Brayden had had to carry them back to the house. Ryder had fallen asleep in her arms, and Nolan nearly did in Brayden’s.
Oh, to be young again without any worries. Growing up, she’d believed her parents could protect her from anything. Now she realized how little power adults actually had.
She climbed out of bed and looked out the window, down into the backyard where the criminals had been. It had been around this same time, too. Lana scanned the roads, barely lit by the street lamps. Nothing moved, not even leaves on the branches. The night was perfectly still.
If only her mind would calm down. The security system was supposed to be the top of the line, sending a message to the police department directly if it was tripped. The cops would be there before anyone in the house knew anything was wrong.
Lana went downstairs to warm some milk. That had always helped her sleep when she was younger. Considering she’d been awake for about twenty-four hours, if fatigue alone didn’t help her sleep, she had her doubts about the milk.
She poured some milk into a coffee mug and put it in the microwave for a couple minutes. When it was done, she sat at the table, moving aside some of her dad’s papers. Surprisingly, she hadn’t seen him touch them all day. The break-in had even shaken him up.
Just as she took her last sip, she heard footsteps on the stairs.
“Can’t sleep, either?” asked her dad.
Lana shook her head. “Hoping this warm milk would help.”
“Has it?”
She shrugged. “We’ll see.”
He went into the kitchen and warmed some milk, too, and then sat across from her. “What’s on your mind?”
“What do you think?” she asked, more irritated than she meant. “Sorry. I’m tired.”
“We all are, hon. Your mom keeps waking up from nightmares. I suppose it’ll be a little while before we’re all back to normal.”
Lana nodded and then brought the cup to her mouth, tipping it high to get the last drops of milk. “Would we sleep better going somewhere else?”
“Everything is booked all summer. Even so, this is the safest house in town. Most don’t have any security systems from what I’ve been told.”
“It’s a safe town.” Lana set her empty cup down. Her eyes finally grew sleepy, but she didn’t move from the chair. It was nice to have company.
“If you can’t sleep, want to go over some of these plans?”
“Dad.”
“Don’t give me that tone. I haven’t touched them all day.”
“What an accomplishment—on vacation.”
“Okay. Let’s discuss your office. I’d like to put a new oak—”
“Office?”
“You won’t be an intern anymore. No more cubicles for you. It won’t be a corner office yet, and probably will have a view of the parking lot, but give it a few years.”
Lana’s heart sunk. The thought of leaving Kittle Falls…Brayden…made her heart ache.
“Or if Smith retires early like he keeps talking about, I could probably get you his office. One of the best views in the whole place.”
“Let’s just focus on our vacation for now.”
“I can’t believe you don’t want to talk about your office.”
“Maybe I don’t want to work in the firm, Dad.”
His eyes widened and he stared at her for what felt like an eternity. The mug dropped from his hands—and luckily, it was empty.
“What did you say?”
“I’ve had a lot of time to think about things—and about what’s really important. First my trip to the ER and then last night.” Her voice shook.
“You don’t want to be an architect now? All those years of schooling and finishing the exams earlier than anyone else in your class. How could you—?”
“I didn’t say I don’t want to be an architect. I love it. I’m not sure about the firm.”
“The best firm in the whole damn state, Lana. You couldn’t ask for anything more. Nobody, and I mean nobody, gets in straight after an internship. If I hadn’t risen to my position, you’d have to go to some other firm—or worse, a tiny office with just a few architects designing garages or something pitiful like that.”
She bit her tongue. “I just need to think about things, that’s all.”
“That’s all? That’s all?”
A lump formed in her throat. “Yes. There’s a lot to consider.”
“Like what? You’ve been given the opportunity of a lifetime, and now you want to throw it away.”
“I don’t want to throw it away. I’m just not sure that your dream for me is the same thing I want.”
He hit the table. “It’s not my dream, Lana. You’ve been talking about this since you were little. Being a dad and daughter team in the best firm on the planet. I’ve never pushed either of you to do this. Don’t you think if I had, your sister would be working there now instead of what’s she doing?”
Lana shrugged. “Cora’s never had any interest in buildings.”
“How can you do this to me? Do you know what I went through to get you the position?”
Tears filled her eyes. “I just said I need to think about things. I didn’t say I was going to walk away. With all my studies and interning, I’ve had no time to stop and think about whether or not I still want the same thing I did nine years ago.”
“This certainly would’ve been useful information earlier.”
“I was so focused on getting my license that I couldn’t think about anything else. Now that I have it, I have to figure out if twenty-seven year old Lana still wants the same exact thing that eighteen year old Lana did. Can’t you give me that?”
“I gave you best education available followed by the job opportunity of a lifetime. Anything you needed—it was yours. Maybe that’s the problem.”
“What?” she asked.
“You don’t appreciate what you have because you didn’t have to work hard enough for it.”
Lana stared at him in disbelief. “How can you say that? I’ve done nothing except work hard my whole life. Graduated with honors, nearly at the top of my class. I studied and worked while my classmates partied so I could get my license early—and save you money.”
“How much you want to bet you were the only one who didn’t have to get a non-architectural job to pay for schooling? How many of your friends had to flip burgers to get through school?”
She clenched her fists. “That wouldn’t pay for architectural school. Several had earned full-ride scholarships. Plenty had their parents’ money, and do you know how many of them are taking the longest, slowest path to the license? Those are the ones who don’t appreciate what they have. They’re taking advantage of their parents’ generosity. Not me.”
“You didn’t have to push yourself so hard. I didn’t put pressure on you to plow through. We could have afforded for you to take more time. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes, but like I said, I didn’t want to take advantage of that. I wanted to get my license as soon as humanly possible, and I did. Now I’m tired.”
“That’s why we’re taking an entire summer to vacation. You’ve accomplished what very few ever have.”
“Then you could try showing me some respect while I think things over. Maybe I’ll decide to stay, but you need to be okay if I don’t. It was never my intention for you to put your job on the line to get me a position there. I’d have been happy to work my way in just like everyone else.”
“Like I said, that would’ve been useful to know earlier.”
“I need to get some sleep, Dad. We’re just going in circles, and we’re both exhausted.”
He scowled at her. “Let me know as soon as possible if you’re not going to take the position. I’d also be interested in hearing what position you’re taking instead.”
“We’ll talk about this later.” She stood up, nearly knocking over the chair. “Goodnight.”
“Indeed.”
Lana slammed the chair back to place and stormed up the stairs. So much for trying to make herself more tired. The milk had helped her to get sleepy, but she wasn’t anymore.
She paced her room. Why couldn’t he respect her enough to let her decide if she still wanted to work at the firm? What did it matter if she chose to work somewhere else and had to start at the bottom like everyone else? It wouldn’t take long for her to move up. Not with her skills and work ethic. That’s why she had a stack of letters from firms begging her to consider them.
Lana went to the window again and peeked out. Everything was as uneventful as earlier. She yawned, the exhaustion winning out over the anger. Maybe both her and her dad would be able to think clearer in the morning.
She just wanted some sleep.