I leaned in for a kiss. “Always do.”
* * * *
Dad came out of the jetway pulling a carry-on behind him, looking more stressed than I could remember seeing him. He was so distracted he didn’t even notice me.
“Car, Mr. Matheson?”
The expression on his face smoothed. “Wills.” He pulled me into a hug and pounded my back.
“Hi, Dad.”
“Son. He’s okay?”
“He’s fine. Did you check a bag?”
“No. Jill packed a change of clothes for me and JR and some spare clothes of mine for Patrick, and I got the first flight out.”
“Okay, the car’s this way.” I led him to the short term parking lot.
“Don’t tell him I said this, but I’m proud of what he did. I just wish he’d called before they left.”
“Apparently he didn’t because he was afraid Patrick would take off without him. What are we going to do?”
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