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“It seems like great fun.”
He smiled down at her. “I think you’ll find that Kendricks excel at fun.”
“When you’re not causing trouble,” she wryly replied.
“Och, not us, ye ken,” he teased back.
Angus, who’d been trying to untangle a ball of ribbon, straightened up and caught sight of them.
“Ho, lassie,” he called. “Send yer sister over here. We’re needin’ help.”
Felicity, who’d been gazing intently at the group around the tree, glanced at Samantha, her gaze shining with excitement. Clearly, she’d caught the gist of the request.
Please?she signed.
Samantha smiled. “Of course. Have fun.”
As soon as Felicity hurried over, John and Bathsheba’s daughter, Mary, immediately began signing with her. She then introduced her to Angus, who enveloped Felicity in a welcoming hug that she returned as if she’d known the old fellow forever.
Samantha was forced to rub away a wayward tear.
“None of that, lassie,” Braden murmured. “It’s a party, remember? You’re supposed to have fun.”
“I know, but Felicity so rarely has the chance to socialize. It’s . . . well, I cannot thank you enough, all of you.”
“It’s our pleasure, sweetheart. Now, come sit and get settled before the dragon appears.”
He led her to the group seated around the fireplace. Bathsheba jumped up to give her a quick embrace before John, Logan, and Kade could come to their feet.
“Good evening, Lady Samantha,” said Logan. “You and your sister do us a great honor by joining us.”
“Thank you, though you might not think it an honor after Lord Beath’s arrival,” she ruefully replied.
“Which is imminent,” Braden said.
Logan held up a hand. “I will be on my best behavior tonight. Otherwise, my wife will run me through with a dirk.”
“Angus has been warned, too,” Kade added.
Samantha wrinkled her nose. “I’m sorry to put you all to such trouble.”
“We’re simply happy you could join us,” Braden said, handing her into one of the comfortable armchairs.
Bathsheba threw an amused glance toward the tree. “I heard Angus wanted to dress up as Father Christmas, but I see he’s looking entirely respectable in formal evening wear.”
“Ah, I suggested that it might be best if he adopted a lower profile,” Logan said. “For obvious reasons.”
“Suggested? Yelling at the top of your lungs might be a more accurate description of that conversation,” Kade noted.
Logan scoffed. “Nonsense. The yelling was Angus.”
“You both raised your voices,” Braden said. “To eardrum-shattering volumes. I was concerned a medical intervention might be necessary.”
“How did you manage to convince Angus?” Samantha asked.
Logan snorted. “Braden had to bribe him.”
“That’s a novel approach,” John said.
