Right?

“Friends go to dinners with each other,” she reminded.

“Maybe,” he conceded, but didn’t look convinced. “Everything go okay?”

She nodded. “It went great, except I don’t think Dad wanted me to leave. This is the first Thanksgiving without Aunt Jean, which is difficult enough, but also the first Thanksgiving I’ve not lived at home.”

Her father had let that little tidbit slip out in his conversation over dinner. She’d been so busy focusing on the positive, on getting ready for the festival, on preparing for the grand opening, she hadn’t thought about her dad missing having her there.

“He’s taking my moving out harder than I thought he would,” she said.

“It’s just been the two of you for years?”

She nodded. “Since Mom passed. I think he feels closer to her when I’m around.”

Still, she was twenty-five. She should’ve moved out long ago. But none of that changed how guilty she’d felt when he’d asked if she had to head back to Hamilton House so soon, even though she knew he wanted her to live her own life and just missed her.

Bodie stared a moment, then glanced at the shower. “I better get back to work. I have a drill sergeant of a boss.”

“Yeah, right. She’s the worst,” Sarah agreed with a smile. Then she remembered the food her dad had sent with her. “Have you eaten?”

He stopped to think a moment, then shrugged. “Lunch.”

She frowned. “Lunch was hours ago. You need to eat. I brought leftovers.”

“I’m not eating the leftovers, Sarah.” At her look of disbelief, he continued. “I mean, I don’t want to eat food intended for you.”

“Seriously, you should. There’s no way I’ll eat it all. I’ll barely even be home for the next few days. Starting tomorrow, I’ll be swamped with revamps to the church’s website and getting Christmas event schedules printed. Then, I have a ton of things to do for the Christmas festival.” Excitement filled her. She loved the Christmas festival. The event was always magical. “I can’t believe it’s almost here. Hopefully, the booth will do well again this year.”

“I don’t see how it couldn’t do well with all the snowflakes you’ve made.” He didn’t look up from where he’d gone back to working on the shower tiles.

“What if no one wants snowflakes this year? What if they are snowflaked out?”

Turning, he cocked a brow. “Has it been a problem in the past?”

She shook her head. “But I’ve only been in charge of the booth since Maybelle retired. She’s the lady you thought was me that first day,” she added when she realized that although she talked about the Butterflies, he’d only met them on the one occasion, so he didn’t know to which one she referred. “I only took over two years ago.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine. And if not, you can focus on new ornaments for next year’s sale, or some other Christmas thing, and use the snowflakes as backup items.”