Whit and Eddie are at their place in San Antonio, having moved there for the upcoming Matadors football season, and are throwing a pool party for family and friends.
While Eddie's mother is whipping up a massive amount of cole slaw from an old family recipe, Whit is outside trying to figure out how their new (and also massive) gas grill actually works.
That evening, after everyone's gone home, Whit receives a distressing call from his mother. His Aunt Sherry has unexpectedly passed away.
This is just the first of a series of unexpected events that bring all sorts of, uh, well, interesting people back into their lives. Some are crazy and delightful while some are just crazy.
Meanwhile, there's a wedding coming up for their two best friends and Whit and Eddie will be glad to get there because, after all, it's nice to be somewhere and not be the center of attention for a change.
Right?
. . .
CAUTION: This book is just your run-of-the-mill billionaires-in-love, football-player-adores-his-chubby-bear-husband kind of romantic slice-of-life story!
No one dies (well, other than poor Aunt Sherry) and no one gets shot at (well, not really) and there's no one being tracked (well, you know, other than Whit and Eddie).
There is a cool vintage car (that's bumpy and doesn't take curves well), a wacky grandmother (with one helluva hot husband), and a cousin who may or may not need counseling (and a refresher course in how to steer a boat).
Also, be on the lookout for a working paddleboat, a handful of very special guest stars, and a conspiracy (which isn't always a bad thing).
Frank W. Butterfield, not an assumed name, loves old movies, wise-cracking smart guys with hearts of gold, and writing for fun.
Although he worships San Francisco, he lives at the beach on another coast.
Born on a windy day in November of 1966, he was elected President of his high school Spanish Club in the spring of 1983.
After moving across these United States like a rapid-fire pinball, he currently makes his home in a hurricane-proof apartment with superior water pressure that was built in 1926.
While he hasn't met any dolphins personally, that invitation is always open.
This is one of those books that I will re-read. It contains so much back story and new information about everyone that to keep up to date I will just have to read again. My breath caught when Whit and Eddie were presented with the new rings--that was a special moment. Love looking in to keep up with the daily adventures of Whit and Eddie. Looking forward to the next adventure.
The Way You Look Tonight (Whit & Eddie 10) Frank W. Butterfield Published by the author, 2021 Five stars
The best moment in this book is getting to meet Beverly. I won’t tell you who she is, but she is worth reading the whole book for.
Of course, there are plenty of other wonderful moments, as our heroes, Whit and Eddie, move around the country, from a funeral to a wedding to the Statue of Liberty. There is a mixture of comedy, tenderness, love and loss woven into the typically wandering plot. Nothing is accidental, which is one of the chief reasons I admire Butterfield’s writing so much.
Whit and Eddie’s lives are not normal, one evidence of which is the six full-time security folks that follow them everywhere. They cannot move without a motorcade. In fact, in this book, for the first time, Whit and Eddie are compared to Jeff Bezos, the CEO of Amazon, and the richest man in the world. For a while, our boys have been trying to come to grips with not just being rich, but being scary rich. They are not selfish prats like most billionaires in the world today. And they’re gay. How are they going to make sure they’re different; to make sure they live up to the legacy that Nick Williams and Carter Jones created?
Well, that issue isn’t resolved in this book, but we get glimpses of where this might go, and I found it thrilling. The world is really tired of selfish rich people. Whit and Eddie can give us hope for better, just as Nick and Carter did. Whit and Eddie might be white guys, but they are woke. I love that.
There is a lot of family dynamics in this book, something I also love. I continue to be slightly puzzled by Eddie’s odd fragility—his moments of anger that seem to come from nowhere logical and dissipate just as quickly. As confusing as this human-ness might be, it is a constant reminder that these two men are just guys, and they have no illusions as to their humanity. They have known pain, and all the money in the world won’t protect them from it.
I want to take them on a tour of the museum where I used to work. I’m sure I could bring Eddie around.