Chapter 123: Hold My Hand
"I’m getting too old for long evenings. I should’ve brought my medication. Martha, I don’t think I can manage the ride back tonight."
Martha blinked, startled. "You were fine a minute ago."
Jared gave her a subtle shake of his head.
Logan narrowed his eyes. "You drove here just fine, Dad. The car is waiting downstairs."
Jared coughed, forcing a tired smile. "I’d rather not risk anything. I’ve read what happens when old men ignore their fatigue. Besides," he turned to Jean with an innocent smile, "surely there’s a guest room in this large house of yours? Just for tonight."
Jean opened her mouth, then shut it. Because really, what could she say?
"Of course," Logan answered with forced politeness. "You and Mom are always welcome, aren’t they, sweetheart?"
Jean wanted to throw her wine glass at his face.
Instead, she smiled. "Absolutely."
Martha, still a little confused, glanced at her husband. She recognized the slight gleam in his eye then... a test. He wasn’t tired. Not in the slightest.
Jean could practically feel the smugness radiating off Harvard.