CHAPTER THIRTY
“Felix, dear,” Mallory said across her dining table, “Could you pass the potatoes?”
“Of course,” Felix replied, passing the small dish to Keira who passed it, in turn, to her mother.
She prodded a piece of asparagus with her fork and sighed. Thanksgiving food was usually her favorite, but she had no appetite today.
“Is the jetlag bothering you?” her mom asked, gently, stroking her daughter’s arm.
Keira shrugged. “Amongst other things.”
“I truly am sorry things didn’t work with you and Cristiano,” Mallory added. “He seemed like a nice boy.”
“He was,” Keira replied, sadly. “Just not my nice boy.”
From the other side of the table a cheerful and slightly tipsy Bryn spoke up. “I told you, didn’t I? Didn’t I say your relationship was just a brief affair? And didn’t you bit
