Chapter 13
“I had my doubts but great job on the turkey.” Eleanor Reid eyed the sliced meat on her plate, poking at it as if she hadn’t given it outstanding approval.
Jay suppressed a grin while Dean flashed a smile. Three long years. Jay’s mother had at last allowed Dean to help with the dinner. Not only that. She allowed him to supply the main component. Having cooked the bird at home before packing it up, whisking it along, and laying said poultry out on a platter, Dean hadn’t let her inspect the turkey before he took it to the table. Praise from Eleanor Reid over a meal was praise indeed.
The last five minutes had passed in awkward anticipation, everyone munching on Christmas dinner and watching his mother’s changing expressions. Seemed she might never say a word when she, at last,
