Chapter Eleven––––––––
Tuesday before Thanksgiving, 7 a.m.—Samantha Drake’s apartment
The Kings were scheduled to play the evening game on Thanksgiving. Some families planned their feast for lunchtime while others put it off until Friday, claiming turkey would make the players sleepy.
Samantha called her brother. “Can we do Thanksgiving at your place? Mine’s too small.”
“Sure. But it’s just the three of us, so what’s the big deal?” he replied.
“The three of us? Uh, no. Bull’s coming. Aren’t there some players with no place to go?”
“Bull? Why’s he coming?”
“Because he’s my boyfriend.” And my lover, but I’m not telling you that.
“You still dating him?”
“Don’t play dumb, Devon. It doesn’t work. You know we are. And if I come, so does he. Anyone else you can think of?”
“I don’t think
