Her Boss by Arrangement

“Me, too.” Lauren linked her arm through Tori’s and drew her over to Lauren’s office, where she grabbed her purse from the corner of her desk before they headed for the door. “Are you sure you’re up to cooking? I can still call in a favor and put in an order for turkey and all the trimmings, but tomorrow it will be too late.”

“No.” Tori locked up. “I miss cooking. Plus I did a bunch of prep work here today. It’s already packed in the car. And I plan to put you to work to give Mom a break.” She laughed as Lauren cringed. “Relax, I’m keeping it simple.”

“Good. Because I plan to be on the couch watching football with Dad and Nick.”

Tori’s turn to send her eyes rolling. Her thing with Dad was cars, Lauren’s was football. “You can peel potatoes while sitting on the couch.”

“Oh. You’re too kind.”

“Remember that when it comes to cleanup.”

* * *

“Mom put that knife down.” Tori took a paring knife from her mother on the way to removing the turkey from the oven. “You’re a guest this year. Oh, this smells great.” She set the roasting pan on a wooden cutting board on the granite island.

“I want to help,” Liz Randall protested. “I’m family, not a guest. What a beautiful bird.” Mom squeezed Tori’s shoulders.

“We need to let this rest. You always cook.” Tori turned and gave Mom a real hug. The kitchen light bounced off the golden highlights in her new short bob. Tori thought her mother was beautiful. Young and vital, she took good care of herself and Dad. “I want you to enjoy yourself today.”

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