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Chapter Fifty-Three
Liam
At dinner one night in the middle of November, Utah remarked, “I need to go to the storage unit and get my winter clothes.”
He paused his bite to ask, “Are you going to move your clothes back into our closet? I don’t like seeing your side empty.”
“Don’t you think I should keep them where they are? Lou could still do a home inspection.”
“Lou’s only home inspection took all of five minutes. He didn’t even go past the entryway. He’s not going to be checking to see where you’re keeping your clothes.”
She swirled her food around her plate with her fork, careful not to look at him when she said, “I mean, I only have a month and a half before I move out, I don’t see the point, do you?”
Liam took his time chewing his food, staring at her until she finally looked up at him.
When her eyes finally met his, he stated, “I guess not.”
The air between them felt heavy, and she quickly changed the subject, trying to sound upbeat when she said, “Alexandra asked if we wanted to do Thanksgiving at her and Parker’s house. They’re having a bunch of friends over for dinner. I told her I’d have to double-check with you, but since your parents are staying in Florida for Thanksgiving, and mine are going on a cruise, I thought we’d be able to make it.”
“Yeah, we can do that if you want.”
Her laughter sounded forced. “I’ve never made a turkey before, so I think that’s our safest bet.”
“We could have a dinner delivered.”
“Don’t you want to spend it with friends, since we can’t be with our families?”
“What if we invited your siblings? Dakota and one of your brothers live in town, don’t they?”
“I think Dakota is going to her son-in-law’s parents’ house so she can still spend the day with her grandson, and Denver is off doing god knows what.”
“You know, I still haven’t met anyone from your family.”
She shrugged. “I haven’t met any of yours, either. We don’t exactly have a ‘meet the parents’ kind of arrangement.”
He finished the last of his dinner, and uttered, “No, I guess we don’t.”
And for some reason, that pissed him off.
Chapter Fifty-Four
Utah
He walked into the kitchen after taking Phoebe for a walk just as she was putting the casserole dish in the refrigerator.
“You’re up early.”
“I needed to prepare the green bean casserole we’re bringing and make the pie.”
“You should have let me pick up a pie from the bakery on my way home last night.”
Utah set ingredients she’d pulled from the panty for the pie crust on the counter. “It’s not the same as homemade.”
“It’s usually better,” he mumbled.
Her hand went to her hip as she whirled around to face him.
“Excuse me? You haven’t had my homemade blueberry pie.”
