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That made Steven and James laugh out loud.
“Just try to keep her around. She’s good for you.”
That was the plan, he just wasn’t convinced it washerplan.
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“Do you have to work on Thanksgiving?”
Her question surprised him—in a good way. He’d been holding off volunteering to work a double shift in case Dakota asked him to join her and her family. He got the impression that’s where this conversation was headed. At least that was what he hoped.
“I’ll be done by two in the afternoon.”
“Are you spending it with the girls?”
“No, it’s Susan’s turn this year. I’ll have them next year.”
“Do you want to come over after you get off work?”
Was she finally going to let him spend time with her family? Maybe James was right—the holidays were a good time to remedy not knowing each other’s families.
“I could make a traditional dinner,” she continued. “Or we could do something out of the box.”
“Out of the box? Like what?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. We could make tacos or get Chinese takeout. Or whatever we want to do.”
“You don’t want to do the traditional thing for Asher?”
“Asher isn’t going to be there. They’re going to Todd’s family for dinner this year.”
Oh.
So, she wasn’t inviting him to get to know her family after all.
Still, spending Thanksgiving with her beat working a double shift. Actually, it beat almost anything else he could think of.
Except maybe spending time with her and their families.
Aiden knew he just needed to be patient. But some days that was easier said than done.
Chapter Forty-Six
Aiden
“You’re havingwhatfor dinner tomorrow?” Brianna exclaimed as she poured cereal into her bowl.
“Chinese food,” Aiden repeated.
“That actually sounds good,” Kailey said as she took the Honey Nut Cheerios box from her sister. “Better than what we’re going to have.”
“You’re not going to the club?” Aiden asked.
That was Susan’s go-to for Thanksgiving ever since they could afford to be members—dinner at the country club. She’d said it just seemed silly to have leftovers for days, but he’d wistfully missed that. He remembered that being part of his favorite thing about the holiday when he was younger—eating leftovers until he returned to school on Monday. He would secretly be glad when they’d spend the holiday with his parents, and his mom would send them home with bags and containers of food.
“Yeah, we are. But eating Chinese and watching movies sounds like more fun than going to the stuffy country club and getting the side-eye from mom for using the wrong fork.”
“We’re watching football, not movies,” Aiden corrected his oldest. He wasn’t touching the other stuff.
