“No, but I still have family here with me.”
He smiled, and then his eyes slid to Desmund. “Did you . . . ?”
I gave the smallest shake of my head. “His idea,” I mouthed.
“Well, this should make for a fun evening.” Chris pulled out the chair across from Tristan and winked at me like I should be in on some private joke. “I see you’re still kicking, Desmund.”
Desmund inclined his head. “Christian, it is good to see you again.”
Chris looked from Desmund to me, and I ignored the question burning in his eyes. Like everyone else here, he wanted to know what I was doing with Desmund. I had no intention of satisfying their curiosity at the moment.
The noise level in the room began to rise again as people got over their shock and started to talk quietly among themselves. Someone came by and fil
