Chapter Seventeen
Deborah put the last serving dish on the table with a flourish, then stepped aside to let her husband place the turkey platter in the center. Ginny, Trent, Landon, and Kai, who’d already taken their seats at Deborah’s insistence, let out whoops and cheers.
“Bloody hell, Mum,” Ginny said, casting her eye over the mountains of food and feeling her stomach rumble. “I’m surprised the table hasn’t collapsed under all this weight.”
“It still might,” Charlie said with a smirk, brandishing his turkey-carving tools. “So you’d better tuck in pronto—save the table!”
Deborah took her place at one end of the table, then the five of them began passing dishes and containers along to each other and heaping food onto their plates, while Charlie carved the bird and served it on to plat
