Ollie patted Ty absently on the shoulder as he tied on an apron and picked up the pan he'd loaded down with various vegetables for the grill. "Sam'll get over herself someday soon," he said. "Maybe when she gets a new boyfriend. Lenny isn't that bad." His middle sister was probably the most down-to-earth of any of their siblings, really, as proven by the fact that she had never murdered him for shortening Lenore to Lenny.

"...We're mostly wine people, really," he added. Which had a lot to do with the fact that it was California and the coast was peppered with various vinyards - even this far south. He glanced over his shoulder, though, when Ty opened the door, and he raised a brow.

Those definitely weren't faces he knew.