I nod once, watching her walk out of my office with her head held high.
The second the door clicks shut, I pull my phone from my pocket.
“Dre,” I say when she picks up. “Clear my schedule Friday through Monday.”
There’s a beat of silence. “You’re taking a long weekend?”
“Not just me. Ms. Jones, too. Tell the pilot we’re heading to Paris.”
“France?” Dre’s voice hikes up an octave. “As in…Paris, France?”
“Yes, Dre. The other Paris doesn’t quite cut it for what I need.”
Another pause. “Done. I’ll adjust the schedule and inform the pilot.”
I hang up and lean back in my chair, texting the boys.
Going to Paris on Friday.
Henson:
Thanks for the invite, bro.
I shake my head, smiling.
I actually need one of you to tag along.
Griffin:
What for?
I drag a hand down my jaw, knowing this is going to land like a damn bomb.
My wedding.
Henson:
What?
Griffin:
???
Mya and I decided to elope in Paris, but I need a witness. Who’s free?
Henson:
Damnit. I could’ve gone for a good croissant this weekend, but no can do. I promised Amira I’d help her with an event.
I smirk. My brother, turning down Paris for a woman. He’s been hooked ever since the holidays in Nantucket. I’ve never seen him like this, not even with his ex. Amira is an event planner, and after pulling off our family’s New Year’s Eve party flawlessly, she caught the attention of half the city’s elite. Her calendar has been packed with high-profile events ever since. They make a good match. He’s smitten.
Griff?
There’s a long pause before his reply.
Griffin:
What am I supposed to do with my boy, Worth?