Rush couldn’t help it, he choked trying to hold back a laugh. Mr. Weber just kept grinning.
“It was Thaddeus’s idea to call me JT, because… well, frankly, I am Jack’s Tom.”
“That’s… that’s very nice.” Rush wanted to kick himself. He’d just wanted to say something, not have Mr. Weber think he was a stick, and instead he was sure he’d come across sounding as condescending as his father. “I mean—”
“It is nice.” Apparently Mr. Weber didn’t take it as condescending, and Rush blew out a relieved breath. “It’s the closest I’ll ever get to having children of my own. Now, I’m sure you two must be hungry. Why don’t you freshen up, and then I’ll introduce you to the family? Come along, the wash room is this way.”
Rush stared after him as he led the way down a short corridor. What a nice… he smile
