MASON’S POV
I glance over the moving figures of people and down the hall searching for her. My heart cooled sighting my woman in the red dress. She seemed to be pretty busy herself and I wanted to walk to her but I’m having a discussion I rather put to hold with Harold Carter.
A long business partner. I do remember once, if not for his back up, I would’ve crumbled in the hands of some other families that wanted me dead.
I smile to my champagne before taking a sip, his laugh sounds crooked. He’s getting old. They’re all getting old. My grandfather, him, his friends..... My dad’s friends, well some of them.
I should host them a party, just a sweet no-business get together for them. They need it alot. Especially the good ones.
I glance across the hall again to the same spot and frow
