KELVIN'S POV
I should have declined the invitation.
The thought follows me all the way to the restaurant and settles somewhere uncomfortable the moment I spot Austin already waiting at our table because lately spending time with my son feels like walking willingly into a punishment I earned myself.
Austin stands when he sees me approaching and flashes an easy grin. "There he is. I was starting to think work kidnapped you again."
I pull out the chair across from him and sit down. "Work tends to have that effect."
"Yeah, well, you're going to have to make more time soon," he says as the waiter pours wine into our glasses, and something in his expression brightens immediately. "Sandra keeps pretending she doesn't care about wedding planning, but she absolutely does."
My hand pauses brie
