Page 124 of The Betrayal

“Don't do it right in front of me, I know you two are... well...” he sighs, “just don't do it in my direct eyesight, I mean, have a little respect.”

“Wow, it feels weird being here,” Reese chimes, Celeste clinging to her mom, fingers wrapped round the gold chain that hangs from her neck.

Killian whistles as he walks through the door with piled up plates.

“We have the candied yams, green bean casserole...” Killian's voice is playful and I smile.

“And we have roast beef, cauliflower cheese and Yorkshire puddings,” Liz informs in her British accent.

“You have what?” Keaton barks.

“Again man, the group,” Titus places his head in his hands and Amora laughs.

“No, I'm not on about the group. What is a Yorkshire pudding?”

“Only the best side with a roast dinner; trust me young man, you are going to be changed.”

“I hate to admit,” Killian pipes up, taking Celeste off Reese, “they are so good, especially with thick beef gravy.”

And I think we all look towards him, heads tilted, eyes narrowed, brows dug in deep as we try and decipher what he has said.

“Gravy, it's not like your gravy. You have it sweet with chicken and biscuits, right?” Amora says as she leans against my dad, his hands resting on her bump and my heart warms. I am glad he has found someone to love him as much as he deserves, and I am glad he has found someone to love too.

“Right,” Keaton nods, fingers curled round the countertop, mine too, and we don't miss the chance to let them brush occasionally.

“Well, back home in England, we make gravy with the meat juice or granules, and we serve it with roast dinners, or sausage and mash. Anything sort of like a comfort food, we add gravy.”

“Like sausage in a hole.”

“Toad dad, Toad in the hole.” Connie barrels through the door with Kaleb, both with naughty grins on their faces.

“Yes, that, toad. Toad in the hole.”

“Sausage in a hole,” Reese giggles, cheeks pinching.

“This is bringing back horrid thanksgiving memories.” Connie shakes her head, lip curled in disgust.

“Why?” I ask as I take the plates from Connie.

“I have made stuffing and homemade cranberry sauce.” She announces.

“Ahem,” Kaleb coughs, clearing his throat. “Who made the cranberry sauce?”

“Alright Chandler Bing,” she rolls her eyes at him, and we all laugh.

“Okay so just Nate with his stuffed pumpkin.”

“What?” Keaton scrubs his face.

“He decided to go vegetarian for November, no idea why but,” I shrug my shoulders up. Why did I decide to host thanksgiving in the penthouse. Already regretting it.

“Anyway, who wants a drink?” Connie calls out as she pops the champagne.

Reese charges forward, grabbing two champagne flutes and Connie fills them up. They both cheers each other.

“No one else want one Con?” Kaleb raises his brows.

“I'm not your maiden. Go make your own damn glass.”