“Tucker hasn’t had his letter from the will yet, right?”
“Nope.”
“What do you think it’ll be?”
“Something like what the rest of us had to do. Some job that’s all wrong for Tucker. He’ll probably have to guard a super-spoiled princess who’s in line for the throne of Monaco or whatever.”
I giggle. “And he has to protect her from evil forces.”
“Evil fae warlords?”
He laughs. “Different will.”
“I wouldn’t put it past your grandfather.”
“Me freaking neither.”
After a while, he says, “I’m getting cold. You?”
“Freezing.”
“You should have said.”
“I didn’t want to go.”
He helps me to my feet, rubbing my arms to warm me up. “You want to come back to my place? We could, I don’t know, watch a movie or binge bad TV. I could make hot chocolate. I have marshmallows left over from the s’mores. We could cut them up and make mini marshmallows.”
“That sounds amazing.”
We gather the blankets and get back into the car.
At his place, he hands me one of his sweatshirts and makes us both mugs of cocoa, and we settle onto his couch, sipping.
“When will you go back to New York?”
The words fall with more weight than I mean them to. I guess once you’ve traded bodily fluids, it’s tough to keep things casual.
“I have to make a quick trip Tuesday to deal with some loose ends. Then I have two more weddings to get through. Friday and Saturday.” He frowns, like something in what he’s said bothers him.
“You okay?”
“Yeah—just…” But he doesn’t finish.
“Do you think—” I hesitate, not sure whether to bring it up. But I know it’s what he’s thinking about. “Do you think Weggerswillcut you slack?”
He cocks his head. “I don’t know. I don’t fully understand what motivates him. I think it might be one of those rare cases ofwhat you see is what you get. My grandfather gave him a job, and he’s determined to do it. In which case, the outcome depends on what he thinks my grandfather would want him to do. If I haven’t gotten an answer from him by tomorrow, I’ll check in with him. I don’t know what’s taking him so long. Maybe he’s holding a seance.”
I snicker but then sober. “And if he doesn’t grant you an exception?”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, but I’m not going down without a fight.” He shakes his head. “We can deal with that tomorrow.” He holds up the remote. “What’s your favorite TV show?”
I think about it a second. “I mean, probablyOutlander.”
“Would I like it?”
I grin at that. “No idea. It’s all over the place. Time travel, romance, swashbuckling adventure.”
“You mean, basically our road trip?”
