Kiko had a dining room, a little thing with a big, oval table in it that Dom figured was because it rarely got used. He set out the dishes and silverware, listening to the sound of Nathan and Rachel chasing Mother in the living room. Gaby was working on her laptop there, keeping an eye on them, and Kiko was cooking. Dom had no idea where Devin was.
“Are you going to call him?” asked Kiko when he returned to the kitchen for cloth napkins. It was a quarter to six now and Dom knew Kiko had wanted everyone home by 5:30 just to have the cushion.
“I was kind of hoping he wouldn’t show,” said Dom. Kiko checked on the potatoes in the oven and then put the fish in. He waited for Dom to return before responding.
“How long is he staying?”
“Through Christmas, like Gaby and the kids.” Dom watched a
