His grin turned wicked, and he looked back at us. “Welcome to the family, Samantha. And just so you know, you’ve always been one of us, whether you wanted to be or not.” He raised his glass one more time, then finished it in one gulp.
Everyone drank, and Logan added, “Now I send my apologies, because you have to endure everyone else’s toasts.”
Nate stood up and his chair scraped backward. He held his hand out.
“Especially Nate’s, but be kind. We love him.”
Nate took the microphone, half scowling and half laughing. “Sit down. We all know you’re going to be trying to do a second, third, and fourth toast.”
Logan took the seat beside Mason and nodded. “Oh yeah. That was the censored toast. These folks don’t know what they have coming later.”
“Hi, everyone.” Nate stepped back from the tab
