My body is, like, fifty percent wings and fries at this point. You’ll be eating turkey dumplings in no time.” “Right.” She leads me off the porch and down the walkway. “Your step-stepmother,” I say, recalling her text message. I mean, he used to be my stepfather and now he’s married to someone else.” But we’re going to my stepfather’s house. “Well, it’s complicated without being terribly interesting.
Although I’m driving tonight, so I can’t drink.”
I find that where alcohol and my so-called family are concerned, more is more. Hey-does your family drink? I brought a bottle of wine.” I hold it up, along with a bouquet of flowers, too. But I don’t have a car, and we have practice tomorrow anyway. “Where are you from, Weston? Is it too far to go home for Thanksgiving?” I’d never live it down.Ībbi locks her door. I’m glad my teammates aren’t here to witness this. “Yup, sorry,” I stammer, leaping to the side like a frisky goat. That’s when I realize I’m blocking her way out of her own door. I smile back at her and get a little lost for another moment. At work they make us wear those visor caps. But I’m glad you can recognize me without the uniform.” The lazy manager put the wrong name on it, and then wouldn’t redo it for me. She’s my date? “You work at The Biscuit in the Basket,” I say stupidly. “I could lose the tie.” And, heck, why stop there? If she asked me to lose my trousers, I’d do it. “Too much?” I ask, my hand flying to the knot of silk at my throat. I’ve never asked her out, because it’s rude to hit on a girl who’s just trying to get through her shift at work. The one with the kissable ivory neck and gray eyes that always make me a little stupid. The one who always seems to know when we need something more, or when it’s time to drop the check. The one who remembers every order without writing it down. It’s the hot waitress from The Biscuit in the Basket.
Then I realize this is not just any woman. My first reaction is all hell yes and thank you, Jesus. I’m blinking at a pretty blond woman with shoulder-length hair. The door opens, and I immediately lose my train of thought. They have a rugged mentality, and they rarely complain.
And people fascinate me, so even if Abbi’s family is irritating as fuck, I probably won’t take it personally.īut I have a good feeling about Abbi herself.
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