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Our suite consisted of two bedrooms and a living area. I was in the second bedroom, fussing with my bowtie. Wills usually had trouble with his, and I approached the other bedroom to help him.
“Here, son. Let me give you a hand with that.”
“Thanks, Dad. I don’t know why I’ve become such a wreck.”
I came to a dead halt. Was Wills having second thoughts?
“It’s a big step,” his father said softly.
“Yeah, but I’ve been living with Theo for over a year. Were you nauseous when you married Jill?”
“No. But I can’t say the same when I married your mother. Of course I was a good deal younger then.”
“Do you…do you think she’d approve?”
“Oh, yes. All she wanted was your happiness, and she’d have loved Theo.” Jack sounded certain of that, and I blew out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. Wills said something I couldn’t quite hear, and Jack snarled, “Damn Tony.”
“Dad, did you ever think that maybe he loved you?”