Deirdre and Wyatt spent Christmas at his place, with Pru from next door and his dog, Tigger. At least that was the plan.
A couple of days before Christmas, Deirdre found out Meg wasn’t going to go home for the holidays, and she’d invited her and Father John to come to the meal. She’d no sooner stepped foot inside her office to tell Wyatt when her phone rang.
“Hey,” she said. “I was just about to text you.”
“Don’t be mad,” he said. “But I found out a friend didn’t have anywhere to go for Christmas, and I invited them to our dinner.”
“Oh—”
“And I may have invited Cal and his family too,” he said. “You’re friends with Lisa, right?”
Deirdre started laughing, and Wyatt did too. “I just invited Meg and her dog,” she said. “Sounds like we better get to the grocery store again.” They’d gone
