Daxon
I looked around the dinner table.
This was the most full Thanksgiving table my family had ever had. There was me, Roxanne, Gideon, Eleanor, Barron, Sasha, Remy, Beatrix, Selene, Ronnie, Clarissa, Ernesto, Gramps and…Dean f*****g Turner.
Clarissa “ran into him” at the grocery store and when she found out that he was spending Thanksgiving alone and well she couldn’t have that!
So now he was in my f*****g house, sitting next to my f*****g wife and spending time with my f*****g family. I couldn’t stand that fucker.
“I can’t believe this is catered!” Selene announced. “I’ve never heard of that!”
“None of us cook very much,” I chuckled. “So it’s easier that way.”
“Easier is better.” Selene bit her lip as she looked at me.
I cleared my throat and grabbed my champagne glass. “A toast
