One month later
Mac drove up to the Heart Centre, impressed as hell. Naomi had finished the first round of renovations and expansions in what had to be record time, and tonight was the gala to celebrate stage one’s completion.
He parked his truck in the first available spot and slammed the door, checking out the fancy cars. It seemed that Naomi’s organization was attracting a decent donor base, and thank God for that. Her program for autistic artists was amazing, and so were her free art workshops for autistic kids and adults. The woman had worked her ass off to make this work, and Mac was thrilled for her.
He entered the lobby, walked on through to the huge open-plan area. Normally, it was full of easels and paints and people working, but tonight, it was full of art on display and inte
