Vance stood up from the head of the table, tossing his linen napkin down as he looked around at his sons and brother. "Let's go, boys," he said, a booming, old-school authority in his voice. "Leave the ladies to do their henpecking. I have some aged bourbon calling us in the study, and some fresh cigars."
Killian let out a low breath, his fingers finally releasing Raya’s wrist under the table, though he gave her palm one last, lingering squeeze. The dark, promise-filled heat in his eyes hadn't faded one bit as he pushed his chair back and stood up.
"Don't take too long," Victoria said smoothly to her husband, though her tone made it clear she was perfectly happy to have the men out of the room. "We actually want to enjoy our evening."
Marcus stood up next, giving Chloe a quick, affectio
