Chapter 67
His mother nodded, patted his shoulder, said, “I’m looking forward to getting to know him, especially since you said he likes good cheese,” and reacquired Alessandra and went inside, out of the flurry of photographs and press questions.
Colby, rescued from law-school stories, fit himself back under Jason’s arm. “I like your sister. She was telling me all about copyright law and fan fiction and transformative works. It’s fascinating.”
“Just don’t let her send you any more stories about you.”
“Me? No…but perhaps you andme.” Colby’s eyes performed merry waltzes of blue. The early evening sky was overcast and cloudy: not raining yet, though the promise hung diamonds like stray bits of magic. “I hear you’re quite well endowed. Which is true, of course; I wonder how they know?”
Jason sighed. Heavily. But Colby had also called him well endowed, so he perked back up. “I think my mom wants to talk to you about recipes involving cheese. Should be fun.”