Will chuckled. "Oliver's going to be fine. He knows he's the only one of the kids who likes chess like me. It's our father-son bonding experience. I think he gets most of the attention anyway since chess is so intensive sometimes." He rested his cheek on her forehead and just stared out into the water. A philosophical moment washed over him where he wondered about the mysteries of the world, wondered if his brother was up there in heaven laughing at all of them and doing tequila shots off a hot girl's belly button. Alan's ideas always seemed to become a reality somehow for him. "That Lucas Ramsey is going to be quite the heart breaker. Mark my words."
Will couldn't dance to save his life and then some, but he gently swayed with her from side to side. It was the best he could do. And if she asked, he would blame it on the ocean breeze or something. "Perhaps the infamous William Dale never quite saw things like everyone else. Age is just a number after all, and that scared little teenager just about word vomited straight into my heart. I wouldn't have it any other way."