Julius hurried to his car, forcing himself to leave his family. It was getting harder to do so every time he had to walk out the door. His place was still precarious and subject to Macey’s whim. After last night, it was clear she still desired him. Yet, her reluctance only heightened how much he hurt her. Would she let him stay, fearing it might end badly again? He had to find some way to prove his intentions were true.
Sitting in his car, he pulled out his phone, glancing at March’s text message: Call me as soon as you get this. Sighing, he hit the call button.
It rang once before March answered, “Finally! Where are you?”
“I’m still at the villa. I made the kids French Toast for breakfast.”
“So, you spent the night at the villa?”
“Yeah.”
“Really? So, what happened?
