“Let’s go to bed.”
* * * *
“Theo, what are you doing for the Memorial Day weekend?” Wills asked the next morning. He’dbeen given the day off, and now he lounged in bed and sipped the coffee I’d made for him.
With all the alcohol out of my system, I felt much better. Or maybe it was just having him back in my bed.
“Usually, we’ll visit the memorials during the day, and if we’re not working on Sunday evening, we try to catch the free concert on the West Lawn of the Capitol. Want to come with me this year?”
“Actually, I’m going up to Cambridge to spend the weekend with my family.”
“Oh. Sure.” Things were okay between us, he’d told me they were, but of course there would be times when he’d want to be with his family. “Well, maybe some other time—”
“Theo, I’d like you to come with me.”
I felt as if I couldn’t catch my breath. He did? “What will your family say?”
“‘How do you do?’ Truthfully, I don’t know. I’ve never brought anyone home to meet them.”