Chapter Eleven
Meghan
Taking the carafe of red wine from Chris’s kitchen counter, I turn and step in against the dinner table beside Chris, who is seated with our guests. I place the vessel down beside the wine glasses while their conversation continues, unabated.
The tradition of a Sunday roast will never grow old for me, especially with Sundays like today. Chris invited two teammates over for lunch with us—they’re new to the team and in the town, and Chris wanted to make an effort to help them to feel welcomed to the community. All of his teammates are a few years his junior, and he’s a little like everyone’s big brother—kidding around like a teenager as though he doesn’t actually have several good years on them. Give him a crowd of younger guys and bam! He’s reverted to his younger s
