“Good idea about tomorrow,” he says. His voice sounds gruff. “I’ll ask Connie if she can attend instead of me.” I clear my throat. “Great! You could go to the movie night with Willa, and I’ll stay home with Sam.” His eyes slide back to mine. “Oh, no. You’re coming, too.” “I am?” “Yes,” he says. “I’m happy to watch movies with my kids, but I don’t want to suffer through a single conversation with the other parents.” My voice comes out teasing. “Am I your chaperone, too, then?” “Oh, Isabel,” he says. “You’re my saving grace.”
