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“Good evening, Sir,” the old butler said toup fro inside

There, seated at the head of the table, was just one of my many obstacles Dressed in a dark three-piece suit with a black tie, a glass of ice-less scotch in his hand, was none other than Ethan Callahan hireen eyes, like hers, looked me up and down

“You’re a little underdressed, don’t you think?” Her soft, yet steady voice questioned from behind me

I glanced around the table To the left of her eldest brother was his blonde haired, blue-eyed wife dressed in white, who stood staring as she sipped on a juice box Next to her was an African-A beside her, an Asian-Ath black hair Wyatt, obstacle nu, though his jacket was gone He took a bite of his bread, not taking his eyes off me

“Please sit,” Ethan said, nodding over to the spot beside Donatella

“O’Phelan,” he called when I tooka bowl of thick, rich soup with bread on the side “I hope you aren’t allergic to anything?”

I s my book on the table to look to him “I’m not, thank you for your concern”

“This is my wife, Ivy, and my cousins, Helen and Nari” He looked to them all “But I’m sure you already knew that”

“Did I?” I pretended to be oblivious before looking over to his wife “How did a beautiful girl like you end up with a man like him?”

“Evelyn didn’t happen to break you out a prison, did she?” she asked instead

All of them, with the exception of Ethan, shook their head “Why? Does she bring inmates home often?”

“Inhed to herself

“And here I thought being drop-dead gorgeous wasn’t a federal offence,” I replied, winking at her

“It’s not; but running over a dancer while drunk is,” Donatella cut in before Ivy could speak again, casually tearing the bread and dipping it into her soup

“Ivy,” I frowned, still giving her all of my attention, “say it ain’t so”