Chapter 22

“After dinner,” he promised, his voice slightly breathless. “We won’t get interrupted by getting hungry then.”

“Damn your logic.” Sighing, he stepped back, relying on extra space between them to help him keep his hands to himself. “I guess I better get slicing now that the peeling is done.”

“You’ll like Christmas here,” Harvey said, continuing their earlier conversation as if they hadn’t been interrupted. “Myrtle does the best sausage stuffing you’ll ever taste.”

Myrtle’s stuffing wouldn’t be enough to lure Zach away from the warmth and comfort of his home, but he knew he’d follow Harvey to another war if he had to. One final Christmas in his childhood home wasn’t an unreasonable request. And at that moment, Zach didn’t know of anything he wanted more. 7