Chapter 14
“Oh God, I can’t believe that was the worst Christmas dinner ever.” Jay hadn’t intended small talk but he couldn’t get the fiasco out of his mind.
“I could come up with a few to rival it.”
“Don’t tell me.”
“How many potatoes did your father eat?”
“I lost count. He even snagged two off my plate I left.”
“I didn’t see that.”
“I only noticed after they disappeared.” Jay waited a beat. “You and April talked?” They barely got a foot in the door when Jay asked the second most-urgent question on his mind. He’d tackle the lesser issues first.
“As she said, I’m impartial. She told me…about Trevor. Talked over a few past relationships. Some of what she went through…” Dean circumnavigated the rug in the middle of the living room then stopped. “Look, he didn’t beat her.” He put up a
