Lauren had never felt as much gratitude in her life as she did at that Thanksgiving dinner. She didn’t know everyone at the table extremely well, but they were kind. They laughed quickly. Janey and Gretchen included her in their conversations and lunch plans, which she’d have to break later anyway.
She sat between Adam and Aunt Mabel, with Trent a few places away, right next to Porter. She could easily meet his eye across the table, and every time she did, a zing of attraction zipped up her spine.
The man had completely captivated her, and she felt like she’d jumped out of an airplane without a parachute.
“All right,” Aunt Mabel said in her weathered voice once everyone had almost finished eating. “I’d like to have a few minutes where we talk about things we’re grateful for.” She beamed
