“Well, this was a wasted trip,” Tony groused as he accepted the platter of Cornish game hens from Gregor.
“Thank you so much,” I said wryly.
“Sorry, Portia.” He stabbed a game hen and shook it loose onto his plate. “But…”
“It was hardly wasted, big brother,” Bryan said. “We got to see our nephew.”
“Yes, but you know that wasn’t what I meant. We could have stayed home for all the good we did.”
“Yes, we could have, but then you would have worried that we weren’t supporting Portia.”
“Well, yes, but—”
“It ended well, Tony, and that’s the most important thing.”
“You’re right. But it’s the busiest time for you, little brother. The season finale of CIA is this week!”
“The episode has been in the can for three months.”
“Yes, but—”
“More potatoes, Portia?” Bryan grinned at Tony and offer
