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He smiled at her and took a deep breath. “She’s not going to cancel her plans.”
“You don’t know that. She might. Who wouldn’t want to go to an awards show? I’d much rather do that than go to Portugal.”
He smirked, and she knew he knew she was just trying to make him feel better.
But she didn’t know what else to do.
He loved his mom. And she wasn’t going to talk shit about a woman she didn’t know.
“You’d go with me?” he asked.
“For sure!” she declared. “Not even a debate. What does Portugal have?” she scoffed.
“I’m taking pie orders,” Kara called from the buffet.
Dave draped an arm over the back of the sofa as he turned around. “I’ll take a slice of each different kind.”
Kara lifted her eyebrows but didn’t argue. “And what about you?”
“Pecan, please.” Sabine smiled brightly.
Kara and Max served up the pie, Leslie refilled wine glasses, André got the movie started.
Dave moved closer to Sabine on the couch, until their thighs were pressed against each other. When the pie was eaten, he pulled a fluffy blanket over the both of them and snuggled against her.
“I am thankful for you,” he whispered in her ear as he wrapped his arms around her and settled in.
And before Clark Griswold lost it on Santa and the eight tiny reindeer, Dave had fallen asleep.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
DELICATE
DAVE
“How was your Thanksgiving?”
“I think, just judging by the dopey smile on his face, that it went well?” Johnny said when Dave hadn’t answered.
Dave didn’t even care. He shrugged, keeping his smile right where it belonged. He glanced to his left and tugged his love beanie down over his eyes.
Hannah James’ smirk grew a fraction and she snorted. “So why are you hanging out here? Looking for guidance from your elders?”
Johnny chuckled before getting up from his chair. He slid his fingers through Hannah’s hair on his way past her and out the door. “I have to switch out those pedals.”
Hannah closed her eyes and her face relaxed at his touch.
Dave wondered at that. How did something like their friendship grow into what they had? Was it an accident? Was it purposeful? Did someone pave the way?
He’d been there, er, here, when Johnny and Hannah had “started.” It seemed so small and uninteresting to him. The music they’d made that week had been far more exciting.
But that just goes to show that people only see what they want to see.
Or, in Dave’s case, he’d chased the dopamine.
“Are you happy?” Dave asked.
Hannah tilted her head to the side and her face softened. “Yeah. I really am.”
