“No!” Jar flung himself at his brother, and Wills pretended he’d been toppled over, sending the toddler into gales of laughter.
“Michael seems to have gotten himself into trouble at Newbury Comics. I’m going to pick up Margaret and—”
“I’m going with you, Dad.” All trace of amusement was wiped from Wills’s face.
“Wills…”
“Michael is my friend.”
“All right.” I ran a hand through my hair. “Get your jacket. We’ll be back as soon as we can, Jilly.” I kissed her and kissed our son. He stared at me with his mother’s aquamarine eyes.
“Drive carefully. Wills…”
“It will be okay, Jill.” He kissed her and his brother, too. “Behave, you!” He pretended to steal Jar’s nose, resulting in more giggles, but he was somber when he got in the car. “I told him not to do that, Dad. I mean, duh! It was stu
