“Champagne sir?” a server offered as Julius entered.
Shaking his head, Julius waved him off and headed to the bar to order his usual whiskey. He leaned on the counter with his drink in hand, but found he really wasn’t interested in actually drinking it as he studied the attendees. It seemed like the usual crowd. Julius drank with most of them on one occasion or another, but he didn’t feel like mingling tonight.
He was more relaxed than he had been in years. His mind was clear, still reveling in the memory of the hour he spent with his children. Their giggles filled his ears and he longed to hold them again. Julius set down his drink, a slow smile softening his expression. If only the kids were here tonight, but this was not his father’s crowd. It was unlikely Macey would atte
