He was big as a house, out of breath all the time, and lately everything he put in his mouth gave him heartburn. Cassidy wasn’t exactly champing at the bit to go home for Thanksgiving. But it was only a hundred miles away, and the House was in recess until December. He’d shortly run out of excuses, and when his mom threatened to send Wade down to fetch him, he knuckled under just to get her to quit calling.
Cassidy invited Jax, but was secretly relieved when he said he couldn’t get away from work. The Road was famous for the feed they put on for the city’s non-turkey-eaters, and nobody in town made a meatier meat-free gravy than Jax. As his belly grew insistently more round, Cassidy felt conversely less sexy, and he’d begun to struggle with a (not-so) thinly veiled resentment towards the
