Chapter 38

Someone pressed the door buzzer. The buzzer was electronic, and it shouldn’t have made any difference in the sound whether someone leaned on it hard or with a whisper soft touch. The buzz still ripped through the air like a chainsaw, angry and harsh.

“Who could that be on Thanksgiving Day?” Sarah put her napkin in her lap and glared at the door. Nick rose to answer it. Something deep in Evan’s stomach clenched, and he stood to back his boyfriend. Anyone showing up on his doorstep on Thanksgiving Day couldn’t possibly mean well

He recognized Bruce Driscoll right away, even though he wore a flannel button-down instead of the suit Evan was used to seeing. The sneer would have identified him even if he wore a monk’s cassock. The woman standing behind him, looking as washed out as her gray clothes, was a mystery.

Bruce pushed his way inside. “Well, doesn’t this look all cozy?” He curled his lip as he sniffed at their meal. “Downright Americana, isn’t it?”