He laughs. “Maayyybe.” He shrugs. “I can’t help it that she hates Brussels sprouts and beets, and I love them.”
We slow for a turn and I realize from the way Elliot sits up a little straighter that we’re close.
“How long’s it been since you were last here?”
“Years,” he quietly says.
“Why are wereallyhere today, boy?” I whisper.
It takes him a moment to consider his answer. “I don’t know, Sir.”
Oh, boy.“Are you hoping when you tell them you’re going to announce that they’ll ask you not to?”
He slowly nods. “Maybe.”
“You don’t have to announce.”
He meets my gaze. “I know. What do you think I should do?”
“I think you should figure out if you really want to run or not run foryourreasons, not anyone else’s.”
He smirks. “That’s such a Leo answer it’s fucking spooky.”
I reach over and poke his arm. “Well, it’s the truth.”
