Chapter 46
George stared at him, let out a crack of rusty laughter, and shook that head. “Playing unfair, aren’t you, boy? Sneaky. Go on with you. Give an old man some peace.”
“You’re not old,” Colby said, “you’re marvelous, truly, thank you ever so much for tea and having us, and I’ll make you proud!” and grabbed Jason’s hand and escaped while George was dumbfounded by the compliment attack. The shout of, “Those’d better be damned good biscuits!” trailed after.
They ran down the front path and up to the car, hand in hand. Roses and lavender and peonies and sage nodded horticultural approval at their backs; the faint friendly sunbeam chased their steps, clouds in its wake. The Aston Martin gleamed in sultry grey, and Colby let himself be captured against the car with Jason’s arms around him, Jason’s excitement in the kiss not trapping him but letting him soar.