For lunch, they stopped at a Thai restaurant in Carytown and ordered take-out. Then they drove down to Tredegar Iron Works, an old industrial site on the James River near one of Richmond’s many Civil War museums. Vic had to navigate around three big yellow school buses that took up most of the free parking lot. “Damn field trips,” he muttered when he finally found an empty spot behind the buses.
Matt laughed as he handed Vic the blanket to carry. “And yet you love kids.”
“What?” Vic shook his head. “I never said—”
Matt gave him a quick peck on his cheek. “You were great at that party as Santa Claus,” he reminded Vic. “The kids loved you.”
“Everyone loved me,” Vic pointed out. “I had some sort of hyped up pheromone discharging power that made me Mr. Popular that night.”
“And you still
