“How long!” Julius demanded, throwing open the door to his father’s office. “How long have you known?”
March followed a step behind, closing the door. This probably wasn’t the best conversation to have when everyone could listen to it. Augustus glanced up from the paperwork he was about to sign. His gray eyes were calm and appraising. Without a word, he returned to the paperwork in front of him, signing and handing it to Stephen. With a wave, he dismissed his steadfast assistant before turning his attention back to his sons.
“Dad,” March prompted when he still didn’t speak. “How long have you known about Macey…and the twins?”
Without a word, Augustus reached into the bottom drawer of his desk and removed a small photo album. He set it on the desk and shoved it toward them. Juliu
