But he’d been able to relax for a moment. He thought that maybe Colby had too.
He let the wind coax him over to set and Stephen’s giant patriotic heart. He waved at Jill. He ran through blocking and a quick rehearsal with Leo and Tim, who should be coming in to talk to Stephen about disgruntlement and troublemakers among the crew—after they’d been at sea for months—and that mutiny that ultimately wouldn’t happen because the majority were solidly on his side.
Leo said, “So did you sit on him and force-feed him tacos?”
“No,” Jason said. “I brought him food. He got a phone call.”
Leo gave him a disappointed headshake. Jason let this go. Leo didn’t need to know that Colby’s eyes got more blue with emotion, with astonishment or gratitude or the kind of amusement that invited someone else to
