Paul sighed as he stepped out of the car and adjusted his tie. He was late. The gala was set to begin at five and it was already approaching six. Even so, there was still plenty of time left. He breathed in his hand and sniffed before digging out a breath mint. There hadn’t been time to brush his teeth, and he had a few drinks to steel his nerves. This was not going to be easy.
Since the baby’s birth, he avoided Macey and the kids, feigning work. It wasn’t a complete lie. He did have a couple of installations to complete. In the past, he always hurried back to Paris after his work was done. Now, he lingered in whatever city or country he found himself in.
If Macey thought his sudden absence strange, Victoria was good enough to cover for him. So far, it had worked, though he missed the k
