“Do you have a favorite city?”
Those eyes got even warmer. Memories, and appreciation of the diversion. “Oh, you know it’s London. Not that I don’t love them all, but it’s like coming home. The first place I remember calling home. The weight of history, the dreams of the theaters, the energy and the optimism, even the tourists, being excited at everything in sight and loving it all. I’ve still got my old flat, the one that’s round the corner from the British Museum. I’m not there enough, but I can’t give it up.”
“I like museums that are interactive,” Leo proclaimed. “Where they let you touch all the things. I tried on a replica sixteenth-century codpiece once.”
“Did you?” Jill said. “How much too big was it?”
“I can see it,” Jason said. Colby was looking at him. “Not Leo’s disturbing c
