Dating by Design Series Box Set by Jennifer Peel

Author:Jennifer Peel
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-04-26T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

I woke up early on Thanksgiving, happy to have a day off and looking forward to spending the day with some of my new favorite people. I hadn’t seen Zander since Monday night and I was surprised how much I missed him. It wasn’t a good thing.

I was making cranberry apple pie to take to Mrs. Marshall’s since I had some leftover cranberries and she wouldn’t let me bring anything else. I was afraid she was going to wear herself thin with all that she had going on. She needed to step back and let Ellen, the wedding planner, do her job, but Mrs. Marshall and her friends felt like they needed to be in the middle of it all. It was entertaining watching them, at least for me. I don’t know if Kenadie appreciated all the interference. From what Zander said, Ellen was no longer answering her phone if she saw any of the Nanettes’ numbers pop up on her screen. Poor Ellen had already had to reorder the tablecloths three times because the color didn’t sit well with the best friends.

I got the crumble on the pie and was ready to put it into the oven and take a shower while it baked when my phone rang. Zander’s handsome faced popped up on my screen.

“Hello.”

“Darlin’.” He sounded awful.

“You don’t sound well.”

“I feel worse. You’re going to need to drive yourself out to Nan’s.”

“I’ll bring you some soup on the way.”

“Don’t.”

“I’ll leave it outside your door.”

“Meg. I can take care of myself.”

“Okay. Happy Thanksgiving.”

“Yeah.” He hung up.

His phone call bothered me more and more while I showered. Why was he so stubborn about me doing something nice for him? And what was the deal with his apartment? We were friends. He hung out at mine all the time lately. And it was a holiday. A person shouldn’t be alone today of all days. Maybe he wasn’t alone? That thought made me want to vomit in my mouth. But he said he didn’t invite women into his place. And I had a feeling he wouldn’t want anyone to see him sick. That would mean he was actually a vulnerable human being. I knew people too.

I got out of the shower and wrapped myself up in my gray fluffy towel. I wiped off the mirror over the sink and stared at my reflection. “Don’t do it,” I told myself. “But,” I reasoned, “it’s Thanksgiving.” I bit my lip and thought some more. I knew him well enough to know he wasn’t going to be happy if I showed up and tried to take care of him. And I knew myself well enough to know that it wouldn’t be in my best interest, but I missed him, as foolish as it was.

I debated some more as I got dressed and ready for the day. I put on some cute jeans and a figure flattering blouse, just in case I went through with my plan.

I pulled the baked-to-perfection pie out of the oven and continued to have an internal and sometimes external conversation about what I should do.

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