Agravaine winced at that idea. Wyvern Heights might not survive his girls being all hopped up on sugar for that length of time. "Perhaps Peter has need of cookies and mince pies for some negotiation or another," he mused teasingly aloud. They both knew that the only place he'd be was at their home with their family. Nothing was more important to him than the family that had materialized around him like his own special Christmas miracle.
When they reached the restaurant, the doorman was quick to open the way for them and the hostess moved toward them with a bright smile as soon as they crossed the threshold. "Your table is ready and waiting, Mr. Vaisey," she said eagerly, "This way, please."