Chapter 110

Sweet Jesus

Setting down his glass harder than he intended, Matt snapped, “Vic, God. We have to talk.”

Vic glanced up, a forkful of noodles halfway between his lips. Slurping the spaghetti into his mouth, he sat back in his seat and wiped the sauce off his chin. Cautiously, he asked, “About what?”

“This stupid tradition.” Matt pushed his plate away—he couldn’t eat anything more. He was hungry, yes, but not for food. The only thing he wanted sat at the head of the table. “I can’t wait until New Year’s. I want you now. Tonight.”

Vic laughed and shook his head. “Surely you can wait seven days, hon. Hell, six now. It’s not like we haven’t done it before.”

“Yeah, well, I hate it,” Matt announced. “Every year I say the same thing—”

“And every year you hold out anyway,” Vic reminded him. “In the end it’s worth it, isn’t it? Admit it, it is.”