Five
Ellie
Thanksgiving Day
My parents, including my sister and her family, are at my house to eat the lavish turkey Jake has been smoking on the grill for hours. Our kitchen is filled to the brim with homemade sides to feast on, not to mention the large assortment of desserts—pumpkin rolls, a lemon pie, a pecan pie, and my favorite fall dessert . . . pumpkin pie.
Jake brings in the turkey and sets it on the stove, his expression full of pride as he looks at it. He’s a master at grilling, I’ll give him that.
“All we have to do is let this rest for about twenty minutes and then we’ll be good to go.” He pulls me into his arms and presses his lips to mine. “Happy Thanksgiving, Ellie. The food looks delicious.”
I wink. “It tastes delicious too. I’ve already been sneaking a few bites here
