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seems to think he’s too much of a gentleman to break the tradition of spending tonight apart.”
    “No,” Riley corrected. “Our mother just threatened to let Reece dye Finn’s hair pink if he didn’t stay with Dante tonight.”
    The three of them laughed, and then Bree got a wistful look on her face. “I’m going to really miss your brother’s—”
    “Let me just stop you there,” Riley cut in, “because I can’t handle hearing any intimate details that may involve Finn.” She flagged down a passing waiter and grabbed them each another drink. “Not when I’m sober anyway.” She grinned.
    “What are we toasting to?” Their Aunt Libby winked as she joined them, her cheeks already flushed from either the wine or the fact she hadn’t stopped circulating since the evening had started.
    The former Tribunal elder hadn’t wasted a moment of her retirement since their cousin Tate had taken over the Calder position on the council. If Libby had a healthy zest for life before she’d left the Tribunal, there was no keeping up with her now that she no longer had the responsibility of keeping everyone else in line.
    “We’re toasting to…” Riley nodded for Bree to finish her earlier comment before she’d been cut off.
    Blushing, the bride-to-be clutched her glass, visibly struggling for something to say now that their aunt had joined the trio.
    “To second chances,” Libby offered, winking at Darby as she tapped her glass against the others.
    “Second chances,” Bree echoed in a knowing tone that had Darby draining her glass.
     
     
    “I’m beginning to think a broken leg isn’t such a bad thing,” Alex murmured, then slapped Bryce on the back before nodding at the redhead across the room. “Have fun on your hike in the morning. I’ll be enjoying a cold beer by the pool.”
    The party crowd had thinned and now that Alex was vanishing for what was left of the night, Bryce figured it was about time he called it a night.
    It didn’t hurt that Dante was preoccupied across the room and was nowhere near the ballroom’s rear door. Bryce had caught him glaring in his direction more than once after Darby’s interception, but Dante hadn’t approached him.
    Avoiding both his father and Dante had left Bryce with a headache that a few drinks hadn’t put so much as a dent in. Suddenly a little solitude and a solid eight hours of sleep were looking pretty damn good.
    Outside, a handful of people lingered by the railing, chatting quietly. He nodded to his younger brother, who had stuck by their father’s side most of the night, then headed for the stairs. He hadn’t quite reached them when he saw someone sitting on the bottom step.
    Darby.
    She grinned when she noticed him, and he nearly glanced over his shoulder to see if the smile was meant for someone else.
    “Looks like we survived the first night of our truce, Councilor.” The carefree tone instantly explained the smile. She’d clearly enjoyed herself tonight and the open bar probably hadn’t hurt.
    And it was the first time being called councilor didn’t sound like an insult.
    He nodded, pausing next to her on the bottom step. “We did all right.”
    “And you’re in one piece.”
    “If by that you mean Dante didn’t threaten to tie me to the playground flagpole in my underwear, then yes.”
    She laughed, and after listening to the captivating sound all evening, he realized how much he’d missed it.
    Determined not to overthink that, he moved past Darby. “Good night.”
    “See you in the morning.”
    He knew she didn’t mean to sound like she was looking forward to it, unless the Calders had come up with some kind of stunt—and he wouldn’t put it past them—but he still found himself looking back at her.
    She stood and wobbled, laughing at herself. “I’m going to be so mad at Riley tomorrow.”
    Riley must have been her drinking buddy tonight. He’d tried to steer clear of Darby after they talked outside earlier when he’d found