Chapter 38
Nick"Taryn knows how to plan a celebration. That's for sure," I noted.
"It's her gift," Micky answered. She tipped her head against the high-backed booth, twirling the stem of a champagne glass in her fingers. The low, red lights of the bar played on her shining brown curls. I’d never seen her so relaxed. The end of the project did wonders for her mood.
"You look happy," I commented.
"I am ecstatic," she said, grinning.
A small group of the event organizers including Taryn and Micky, their boss Ben, and a handful of others clustered around a group of reserved tables at the high-rise hotel bar down the street from the Palais des Congrès. The minute I stepped off the elevator, I encountered a sweeping view of the city and stylish Europeans downing cocktails. Happy hour might
