Epilogue
Three years later
“You don’t usually hold these things during the day.”
Max waited as Luke’s attention broke to Nova bolting past, the little girl tearing through the busy beachside restaurant, while a heavily pregnant Agathe ambled after her.
“Much less encourage us to bring the kid.” Luke turned back, sporting a bemused grin. “Come to think of it, where’s Freya?”
Max dragged out the suspense and waved at Miro, bustling about in this, his new restaurant. He’d closed down his Port Melbourne café and moved to a bigger operation in the outer coastal suburbs.
The invites to this event had stated they’d be celebrating the launch of Max’s company’s new footwear line, but Miro knew otherwise.
An easy smile tugged at Max’s lips, and he spun back to Luke, happy to continue the l
