Wills turned over and snuggled back against me, his ass against my groin, then pulled my arm around him, mumbled something I couldn’t make out but was no doubt “I love you,” and fell asleep.
* * * *
The next morning we packed, had a last breakfast at Davis House, and took the shuttle to the airport. We checked our luggage and were able to grab a burger for lunch before we flew home.
It was just about three when our flight touched down. Wills had left his car in the long-term parking lot. We retrieved our suitcases from baggage claim, walked to the car, and stowed themin the trunk.
On the drive home from the airport, Wills’s cell phone rang. As soon as we’d landed at ReaganNational, he’d turned it on. With one hand on the steering wheel, he flipped open the phone.
“Matheson.” He almost snapped to attention. “I’m just on my way home now, sir.”…“Very well. I’ll drop Theo off and come right in.” He flipped the phone shut. “That was Mr. Vincent.”