“Thanksgiving.”
Michael frowned. “What about it?”
“I’m making plans to go up north to see my family for the weekend. I plan to leave the Tuesday before and return Sunday.”
His gaze went to the calendar on his desk. “It’s November the sixth.”
“Yes. Thanksgiving is the twenty-eighth. I’m driving up there on the twenty-sixth. It’s about a six-hour drive and leaving Wednesday after work will be a nightmare.”
For a long time, he just stared at me, but finally said, “Why are you telling meall this?”
With extreme patience, I replied, “Because, I need to know if you’re coming with me. They’d like to meet you, Michael, and it seems like the perfect opportunity. There’s no room for us to stay at their place, so I’m going to get a room at a local inn. Are you coming along?”
Michael didn’t have any living family in California. And since he hadn’t mentioned flying off to see his brother in Toronto where he lived, I figured it would be a safe bet that Michael would stay here.