“Admit it,” Gina whispered to him as they walked down the porch steps after dinner. “Another tour of duty would have been easier.”
She had a point. Kirk’s ears still rang from that full-on brawl that had taken over the dinner table. And somehow his phone was full of numbers he was supposed to call. How Mrs. Moretti had managed to skirt the rules, he had no idea.
“It was good to see everyone,” he said diplomatically. He knew perfectly well that it was one thing to complain about your family, and another to hear someone else complain about them. Gina would leap to their defense like a tiger if he said anything too critical.
He crutched his way to his car and initiated the stow-the-crutches-in-the-backseat dance. Hopefully by the time the snow got deep, he’d be through with the damn things
