There was a sound behind her, and a taller, fairer version of Wills stood there. “Jack, look!”
“That was a very thoughtful gift. William, would you care to introduce us?”
“Dad, this is Theo Bascopolis. Theo, my dad.”
“Bascopolis.” His blue eyes were cool and measuring, and my stomach tried to tie itself in knots. I might pass muster with Jill, but Jack Matheson was Wills’s father. If he disapproved, would I have to kiss my relationship with his son goodbye? “Jill, take William’s guest up to his room. I’d like to have a word with my son.”
What made me even more nervous was the tension emanating off Wills. “I’ll join you in a few minutes, Theo,” he said. “As soon as we’re unpacked, we can go swimming if you’d like.”