He knocked on Beth’s door and had to quickly stifle a grin when she pulled it open. Sweats, crazy hair and chocolate smears in the corners of her mouth only six weeks in? Between his sister and his sister-in-law, he’d witnessed five pregnancies and he knew it only went downhill from there. “I wasn’t really expecting company,” she said, but she stepped back and let him in. “I would have brushed my hair, at least.” “Isn’t that tousled bedhead thing the style these days?” “Only if you do it on purpose.” The chocolate was killing him. He wanted to kiss her. Run his tongue over her lip and lick the chocolate away. “I…uh…oh, I came to invite you over for Thanksgiving.” “You can roast a turkey?” “No. But my mom cooks a mean Thanksgiving dinner, which is why we all go there every year.” She didn’t look exactly thrilled with the invitation.
