Sam winked, ever so slighty at Anne before taking his seat at the head of the table. He watched the others settle in and took the bottle of wine on the table and poured some for himself and Anne. In a voice he'd not heard for quite some time, he asked if Kitt would like any and gave his teenaged daughter a sharp, reproachful look that told her what her answer would be if she asked for some, too. She might do as she pleased at her mother's home in Troy, but this was his damned castle, dammit.
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