Chapter 20
"You doing okay? Crowd getting to you?"
At one time, the concern in Porter's voice would've rankled. It was a mark of how far Sebastian had come that he didn't pop off with some sarcastic remark about not needing a babysitter. Like the rest of their band of brothers, he'd been a surly bastard when he separated from the Army. Nice to know he'd added a little veneer of civility. "Nah. Just people watching and trying to figure out how long I have to wait before snagging another piece of cake."
Which was true. If he was also cataloging his position relative to Laurel's so he could relocate before she cornered him to dance, well, Porter didn't need to know that.