<em>~Nicci and Bo bringing the whiskey to the sitting room ~</em><br/><br/>Nicci walked round and put the tray of glasses next to the tray with the tea things, smiling at Mila and saying how much she would love a cup of strong black coffee, no sugar, when she was asked what she would like.  She knelt down by the coffee table, her back almost to the fire watching Mila pour.  Her movements were deft and sure, almost comforting, and Nicci actually felt a little adrift for a moment, the picture she made and the setting in front of the fire almost the perfect image of home and family and it tugged deep inside.<br/><br/>She smiled, gosh she was being so emotional tonight, she hoped it didn't show just how many times she'd felt that prickling behind her eyes, they'd think a complete nit-wit.  Perhaps some of them had felt the emotions deeply too though, she looked up at Bo, smiling at him, between them now was a relaxed warmth and possibilities that seemed to make both their eyes linger like a gentle touch.