My heart warms. That he even thought to ask Miles is something, especially when he’s neck-deep in running an empire. “That was nice of you.” But I already knew Henry was capable of being thoughtful. I cringe, wishing I didn’t have to warn him. “They don’t drink.” He smirks. “Something tells me they will tonight.” “I have never seen a bottle of wine at our dining table in my entire life.” “Fine. More for us, then.”
