“First day with your new feet?” an unfamiliar voice called.
Matthew frowned, interested. He walked closer. “Apparently, yes.” He raised a hand and waved at the sky. “Distracting, isn’t it?”
“A whole different kind of beautiful,” the man said. He extended a hand when Matthew was close enough. “Henry Connor,” he said. “You must be Matthew.”
“And you must be Randy’s father,” Matthew said, taking Henry’s hand and giving it a firm shake. “The resemblance is striking.”
“Well, I’m far too old to be his brother,” Henry chuckled. “And I’m pretty certain Randy doesn’t have one of those, anyway. At least none that I know of. My apologies for not meeting you last night when you were by. I sat down on the couch after dinner and…” He sucked air through his teeth and shrugged with an oh-so-very-Randy
