Minutes passed. The caterer tried to get Lucian’s attention, and Lucian’s dismissive gesture was forceful enough to make the poor guy scramble for the safety of kitchen and supervisor. Lucian entertained the notion of making his guests starve all night, and he was well into an imagined fight with Clark and Daniel over the benefits of sustenance when footfalls on the porch boards sent Lucian’s hand seeking the knob. Shea didn’t get a chance to knock or ring, fist still raised when Lucian threw the door wide and studied his friend by the yellow glow.