The driver jumped out, and I had to suppress a laugh when I caught sight of him. He was dressed in a giant lobster costume. He was a large guy, built just like his son, with the same deep blue eyes and dark hair, although his was dusted with specks of grey. When he saw the smile on my lips, his expression dimmed. “I thought you were going to tell her not to laugh, Reed.” Reed was failing to withhold his smile too. “She’s laughing at a joke I told, Dad. Not at your glorious lobsterness.”
