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“She’s been busy with all this Thanksgiving prep. There hasn’t been a right time, and of course, her mother turning up hasn’t exactly given us the chance to really talk.”

“This is amazing. You two together. I mean, does this mean what I think it means?” Martha asked.

“If you think this means that I want to marry her, then you’re right. I do. I want to marry her and spend the rest of my life with her.” Grim looked toward Martha. “I want to have kids with her and build a family.”

It was something he had never considered before. He never thought he would want anything like that. Even saying the words aloud right now seemed odd to him.

“This is wonderful. Are you going to propose?” Martha asked.

“I don’t even know if she loves me.”

Martha laughed. “Betty loves you. I can see it in her eyes every time she looks at you.”

Grim did not want to get his hopes up, so he just nodded his head. At this point, it was all he could do.

“Am I allowed to come into this room, or do I have to leave this one as well?” Bettina asked.

He ignored Betty’s mother, as the doorbell rang. With the rest of the club due to arrive, he wouldn’t need to deal with her mother. Others could handle her.

“I’ll go and get that.” He took Martha’s hand and kissed it. Martha looked happy.

He made his way to the front door, and sure enough, the first wave of the club entered the house.

He turned to see Martha was already making her way into the hallway with a pissed-off Bettina following behind her. He left Martha to deal with the first of the club as he made his way into the kitchen to find Betty wiping at her brow with the back of her hand.

The scents coming from the kitchen made his mouth water. He saw two turkeys were resting under some aluminum foil.

“Hey, beautiful,” he said. “I thought I could help.”

“Yes, you can. Could you go out to my studio and grab the other turkey? There are also a couple of trays of potatoes. Would you mind?” she asked.

Everything was so hectic and busy that he made his way out there, but not before stealing a kiss. “This is the last Thanksgiving you do,” he said.

She laughed. “This is a lot of fun. Don’t worry about it.”

Just as he was leaving, Maeve, Charlotte, Eden, and Nancy entered the kitchen and immediately grabbed aprons. For a second he watched the old ladies get to work in helping Betty.

A couple of the other club women had also arrived, and he spotted Misty or Missy again, he couldn’t remember her name, and he didn’t like it. He didn’t want her at this Thanksgiving, but he was not going to make a scene as he made his way out to Betty’s studio. He walked inside, found the turkey was resting, and he picked it up.

“Hey, man, Betty said you might need some help,” Mac said, coming into the studio.

“Yeah, you grab the turkey and I’ll grab the potatoes.” He turned off the ovens and grabbed some oven mitts.

“Why did you bring Misty or Missy?” Grim asked.

“She wanted to come, and besides, she promised me an all-access pass to her body.” Mac shrugged. “I figured it was worth it seeing as she was getting fed.”

Grim glared at him.

“What? She’s going to suck my dick and then I get to fuck her ass later, and food is already done. It is easy, man.”

“You keep her away from me and you keep her away from Betty.”

“Dude, don’t worry about it. You’ve never shoved your dick inside her, and it is not going to be a problem.”

Only, at the dinner table Grim was pissed, because he was sat between Betina an Misty or Missy. The food was laid out across several tables, and Betty was with Martha, Maeve, and Eden. The table was a complete and total sham.

“Hello, handsome,” Misty said. He was just going to have to think of her as Misty, not that it mattered to him.