Epilogue
Thanksgiving was Malcolm’s new favorite holiday, even if they’d technically missed the actual day. The long table in the manor house dining room was groaning beneath the weight of all the food. Because cooking was what Charlotte did. To celebrate. To work off stress. To show love. As he benefitted immensely from this particular tendency, he wasn’t about to complain. Added to which, he had so very much to be grateful for.
The center of it all was brandishing a wooden spoon when he stepped into the kitchen to see if they’d gotten all the dishes.
“Gavin Elmore, those rolls are for the table!”
Grinning, the lad ducked out of reach, tucking the breadbasket under his arm like a rugby ball. “Elmore?”
“Well, I don’t actually know your middle name to properly middle name you, so I mad
