Bianca managed a seat at the fun table. She had Steven on her left and three more cousins across from her. There was only one seat at her table, which she knew would end up being Mark’s seat, another cousin. Mark was a little older than them, but still one of the younger group of cousins. Plus, he didn’t have a spouse or kids, so he definitely belonged at their table.

Bianca remembered the first Thanksgiving they all raced for a seat. Everyone waited for grandma to sit, then rushed to sit where they wanted to be. The ones with young kids headed to the kitchen, the older ones sat with grandma, and the living room was relegated as the kids’ table.

After all these years, the kids’ table was still the most fun.

Bianca adored her cousins and Thanksgiving was the one day of the year she got to catch up with all of them. It was fun. It was relaxing. It was-

“Is this seat taken?” George asked, dangerously close to Bianca’s ear.

She shivered at the closeness, or maybe at the deep, huskiness of his voice. Whatever it was, she wanted to abandon all her plans and drag him off to the closest bedroom and have her way with him.

One weekend couldn’t derail her plans that badly, could it?