“Sam’s wearing a tuxedo,” I murmured. “A red tuxedo. Where did he get a red tuxedo?” “Yeah, that’s not making it easier for me to like that guy,” Will said. Miles of twinkling lights were strung across the old fire engine bay, a band was performing on a raised platform, and servers were circulating with champagne. It seemed over the top for our standard Christmas Eve gathering, and there were far more people than I expected. Sam and Riley were huddled together on the landing between the first and second floors. Riley appeared to be adjusting Sam’s bowtie, and repeatedly patting his lapels as if to reassure him. Perhaps more interestingly, Riley was wearing a kilt. “Why is Riley wearing a kilt?” I murmured. “And that’s…that’s, what is her name?” I was staring hard at the petite woman with spiky dark hair. “She used to live with Tiel. Ally or Emma or something. She’s supposed to be touring with her band. What’s she doing here?” I searched the space, not sure what I was hoping to find, and ended up watching Sam and Riley again.
