Chapter Eighteen
By the time their main meals and then dessert had been polished off, six extremely full up but happy people sat around the Miles’ table. Ginny clutched her stomach, rolled her head back, and let out a groan. “My God, I don’t think I can move. Ever again. That was amazing.” She tilted her head back to its rightful position and looked at each of her parents in turn. “Thanks Mum, Dad. Great job.”
Kai, Landon and Trent joined in, expressing their gratitude.
Trent, who’d actually become quite vocal during dinner—for him, anyway—said, “We’ll help you clean up, Mrs. Miles.” The other two nodded.
“Actually, son,” Charlie interrupted, “another of our traditions is that my wife gets to sit and relax while myself and our daughter clean up. But, on this occasion, I think I’ve got
