In the meantime, he needed to find Daniel.
On his way to the dining room, however, he found himself waylaid by Tony, who grabbed him by the sleeve. “Hey, Rafe,” he said. “After this, a bunch of the cousins were going to go to Antonia’s brew pub, have kind of a wake for Marco. Say you’ll come.”
It did sound like the kind of gathering Marco would have appreciated, a lot more than this quiet gathering with its finger sandwiches and pitchers of iced tea and crystal bowl of punch. But with everything that was going on, Rafe realized he couldn’t make promises he didn’t know if he could keep. “Maybe,” he allowed. “I’ve got some stuff I need to handle, but — ”
“You should. It would look weird if you weren’t there.”
That was only the truth. His cousins would expect Rafe to come to such a gather
