It took a few hours for my dad to drive from Cain, where he and his wife had been vacationing for the last month before heading back to Boston. When he arrived, he seemed frazzled, and after we told him everything, he seemed even more frazzled.
He shot me an irate look. “How many physical fights have there been?”
Before I could answer, he shook his head, holding up a hand. “Never mind. I don’t want to know. I’ll go in and talk to Mason, but…” He turned to Logan. “Why aren’t your father’s lawyers here? Is there something I should know about Mason’s case?”
“Uh.” Logan and I glanced at each other. He tugged at his collar. “James asked us to give speeches at his wedding, and well—”
Another head shake followed. “Don’t say anything more. I got the picture.” His eyes lingered on me. “I forgot
