Stephen broke the embrace and looked down, apparently at Tate’s prosthetic leg. “Oh, you poor baby!” he exclaimed dramatically. “And a wounded warrior, too! That naughty Craig didn’t mention that you were a war hero. Just that you’d been in the Marines! Come in! Come in! Everyone will want to know the whole story. How tragic, how exciting!”
Stephen linked his arm in Tate’s and went into the house, leaving Julian standing in the doorway. Julian took a deep breath and followed. He heard Stephen call out, “Everyone, everyone! Look what I just found! Someone get him a drink!”
As Stephen ushered Tate through the sliding glass doors onto the pool deck, Craig came out of the kitchen. “Julian! So glad you could make it. I take it that it’s Tate that old queen is so excited about?”