I chuckle at his sarcastic tone, knowing damn well he wishes she would miss him. I’d almost feel bad for him if I wasn’t dealing with my own Bishop woman issues.

John enters just as Kenzie comes down the stairs.

“Ugh, come on. I was hoping this would be the year I had something to be thankful for.” Kenzie slams her shoulder against Grayson as she walks to the dining table.

“I’m here, so you do.” He winks at her, but all she does is roll her eyes, then takes a seat.

“Where would you like me?” I ask, not sure if it’s assigned seating or not.

“Preferably outside.” I hear Maize mutter as she carries a hot dish.

“Across from you?” I ask loudly. “I’d love to.”

She groans as she sets the food on the table.

“Mrs. Bishop, do you need some help?” I follow Maize into the kitchen.

“Take this,” Maize says, handing me a scalding ass bowl without warning.

“Oh shit.” I quickly set it down and grab a potholder off the counter.

“Warning, it’s hot,” she muses.

“Gee, thanks.”

This girl really is trying to kill me. Though I don’t know why, because she’s the one who denies everything. If anything, I should be the one pissed at her, considering she bailed on me the morning after.

Once the food is on the table and we all sit, Mila says grace and thanks Grayson and me again for joining them.

“Dig in,” she announces.

John passes the turkey, then we pile on corn bread stuffing and roasted veggies. Once I take a bite, it’s confirmed it tastes as delicious as it smells.

“This is amazing,” I say, smiling at Mila.

“Maize makes the best turkey,” she confirms.

I look at her from across the table, then smile. “Should’ve known.”

“Uh, excuse me. I helped,” Kenzie blurts out, causing us all to laugh.

“Adding the marshmallows to the sweet potato casserole doesn’t count…” Grayson teases. Kenzie gives him a death glare and looks like she’s going to knock him out.

“You weren’t even here, so zip it.” Kenzie snarls, and I swear, the tension between them could be cut with a knife.

Everyone chats while we finish eating, then Mila offers seconds.

“I’m always ready for more turkey.” Grayson pats his hard stomach.

“Don’t forget about dessert later,” Mila reminds him.

“No, ma’am. Maize’s sweet pumpkin pie with homemade whipped cream is unforgettable.”

Kenzie rolls her eyes and stands, then takes her empty plate to the kitchen.

“I made extra this year…” Maize says, pointing her fork at Grayson. “Just for you.”

“You’re my favorite Bishop, Maze. Don’t tell the others…” he whispers, and she laughs. I hate that it makes me jealous, knowing she’s sweet and kind to him but treats me like a walking STD.