Chapter 17Thanksgiving was right around the corner, and while some restaurants were open, the Rib Shack wasn’t going to be—Julian, the owner, said it wasn’t called Turkey Day for nothing—people wanted a big bird not ribs or steak.
That meant April—Kyle’s girlfriend—had the day off.
And best of all, she’d called and invited him to have dinner at her townhouse.
“Come early so we can watch the Macy’s Parade while I have the turkey in the oven. We’ll eat dinner around two, then watch the Bears and the Cowboys while we have dessert.”
“Okay.” He wasn’t about to turn down an offer like that. His oven was barely large enough to hold a decent-sized chicken, let alone a turkey, while April’s kitchen was almost as big as his entire apartment. “What can I bring?”
“A bottle of Pinot Noir would be
