Of course, it was bound to blow up in her face.
“Ten minutes until we’re ready.” The warning shot out, and Vicki wiggled herself free of little people and Joel’s hand that had somehow landed on her knee.
“I need to wash my hands. I’ll be right back.”
She escaped to the bathroom off the hall, patting her face with water and wondering if anyone would notice if she hid there for the rest of the day. So far the gathering hadn’t been terrible, but this was about when things had to go to hell.
One pace into the hall she jerked to a stop. The man blocking her path had a familiar face, with the same intensely blue irises Joel possessed, but unless he’d changed clothes in the last five minutes, this had to be Jesse looming over her.
She took an uneasy step backward.
He frowned. “Now what the hell was that for?”
Vicki caught her fingers together and measured the distance between him and the wall, calculating if she could slip through the tiny gap. “What are you talking about?”
Jesse leaned to the side, blocking her escape route. “Honey, that look of panic in your eyes just now? That’s not the way to make me feel all cozy and warm.”
She didn’t want him to feel cozy and warm around her, but hell if she’d say that. “You surprised me. Didn’t expect anyone to be waiting in the hall.”
Jesse examined her slowly, his gaze far less sexual than she’d anticipated. “I thought I should say hello before we get herded to the table. Joel says you’re alright, and he likes you, so I’m going to give you a break.”
Her temper flashed. “Oh, are you now?”
“Yeah.” He grinned, and she got even more pissed off.
Funny how his expression didn’t give her goose bumps of desire, not when the smile wasn’t real, when it didn’t reach his eyes the way it did with Joel. She figured even as identical twins, she could spot who was who if Jesse kept that stick up his butt.
“Maybe I don’t need you to give me a break. Maybe I just need you to step aside so I can join my boyfriend at the table.”
Jesse’s expression slipped to a scowl. “Don’t push it, honey. You’re being watched, closely, and the first thing you do that steps over the line, I’ll make sure you’re out on your ass.”
God. Like he was one to judge her? Vicki’s nails dug into her palms as she fought to keep from tossing words in his cocky face. Or worse, tossing her fists into his gut to remove that self-righteous attitude. “Fuck off, Jesse, and get the hell out of my way.”
“Don’t start a war you can’t win, little girl.”
She lost her meager control. Stomped forward and slammed her heel down on his instep. When he swore and jerked his leg out of her way, she shot past his bulk and popped through the doorway to the main room, heart pounding like a drum.
If her purse had been somewhere other than on the coffee table, she would have left right then and there. Walked to the highway and all the way into town if necessary.
But Joel rose and came toward her, the smile on his face turning to concern.
“What’s up?” he whispered as he slipped her fingers into his.
Escape was impossible. She’d make the best of it and then never again agree to attend one of these events. “Nothing. Everything. Just…let’s sit down.”
“I saved you a seat by me,” Robbie called out.
Joel had her by the hand and wasn’t letting go. “Sorry, short stuff. She’s my date, so she’s sitting beside me.”
Robbie pouted until Gramma asked him to ring the bell to call everyone to the table. While he happily raced off, Joel tugged her in close and leaned down to speak quietly. “You okay?”
She took a deep breath, wishing she could lean her forehead on his chest for a while and hide. “This being-your-girlfriend thing isn’t working too well.”
He snorted. “Yeah, it’s been interesting on my side as well. We’ll compare notes after dinner. In the meantime, stick it out. I think the toughest part is over.”
“God, it better be.”
He squeezed her fingers as the dinner bell rang, and people pulled out chairs and settled children into place. Joel led her toward the middle of the table where she discovered to her delight Beth was seated across from them.
There was hope for survival. Especially when the food arrived. And continued to arrive.
Obviously, this was one of those households she’d heard about where food equaled love. Not like the family where she’d grown up. She examined the bounty of the home-cooked meal and compared it to the one year her mom had bothered to notice the holiday by prodding her current lover to pick up a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken.
This was a different setting, a different environment altogether, and suddenly even Jesse being a jerk she could understand. They were guarding their own. Protecting the family from an outsider, and she could hardly fault them for circling the wagons.
She didn’t like it, but she could see why it was happening.
Vicki got lost in the passing of platters, gravy bowls and side dishes. She avoided looking at Jesse who fortunately was on the same side of the table as her and at the extreme end.
The longer the meal went on, the less tense the situation got. There was still the occasional time she looked up to see someone glance away, but more often instead the person smiled.
And offered more food.
“You want the mashed potatoes?” Travis held out the bowl. “I did the honours, and I am the king of mashing them.”
“King of eating them as well,” Joel joked. “You sure you can’t put the rest of what’s in the bowl on your plate?”
“I’m being a gentleman and offering our guest a spoonful before I claim the remains.” Travis shook the bowl. “Go on, you know you want some.”
“I’m going to explode.” Vicki turned down the offer. “You go ahead.”
More talk. More laughter. More food. She really was getting uncomfortable. She never ate this much. Platters were removed, bowls were nearly empty when Mike spoke from the head of the table. “You know, I think this is the biggest Six Pack-only gathering we’ve had yet.”
Vicki quickly counted heads. Seventeen. Three single Coleman boys and five kids. Three couples, four counting Joel’s folks.
Her cheeks flushed. Five couples counting her and Joel.
Weird. And hugely uncomfortable.
Mike pushed his chair back and rose to his feet. Silvery-grey painted his temples, and a dusting of lighter strands shot through the dark brown hair on his head, but he was obviously the sire of the six grown men gathered around the table. He cleared his throat.
A toast or something was coming. Vicki planted her hands in her lap to stop from fidgeting.
“When you boys were little, every Thanksgiving we’d go around the table and get you to tell us what you were the most thankful for.”
“I remember that.” Daniel pointed at Joel. “Especially the year Joel shared he was most thankful we hadn’t been caught making rope swings in the barn like you’d told us not to.”
Laughter rose to cover Joel’s protest. “I was five. I was very thankful.”
“Rope swings?” one of the little boys asked.
“Don’t go getting any ideas, young man.” Beth turned to her husband. “You want to let your dad finish speaking?”
Once the amusement died down, all eyes returned to Mike who was nodding, a contemplative expression softening the lines on his face. “I’m not going to get us to do that this year, mostly because there are so many of you if I let you get talking, we’ll never get to dessert. But it did remind me. Every year I’d expect you to say one thing, and damned if nine times out of ten you didn’t surprise me with something else. And you boys always seemed to focus on a different topic than your brothers.”
His gaze trailed down the table as he spoke, lingering for a moment on each person before moving to the next.