Chapter 65
“Yes.” Colby leaned in under his arm. “Grace, if you’d give Andy your phone—perfect. Hold this with me?” She took the other corner of the note. They held it up together. They smiled.
Colby handed over the note properly after. “Here you are. Let me know if you’d like baked goods later and I’ll—”
“Colby,” Jill interjected. She’d been quiet for most of this exchange, though she’d also snapped a picture. “Not now. Schedule. Remember?”
“Right, yes. Sorry. Grace—”
“Go film your movie!” Grace said.
“Good idea,” Jason rumbled, and coaxed Colby away with the weight of an arm and a promise of coffee. “You. Me. Wardrobe and caffeine. You doing okay? Being magical and all.” In the hushed antique hall, over protective flooring mats, with nobody else around, time and rain rustled like dust and questions.
“I’m not magical.” Colby stepped into his arms, leaned against him, let Jason nuzzle a kiss into Will’s hair. “Was that all right? She seemed to feel better.”