53
SAVANNAH
"Die Hardis a Christmas movie."
Aidan nodded at Camden. "I agree."
"How is that a Christmas movie?" I groused.
"It takes place at Christmas."
"So do bank heists, but that doesn't mean that armed robbers are spreading festive cheer among men," I sniped as I cut into my turkey.
"While you have a point," Camden agreed, "you also don't."
"Like usual then," Paris mocked as she posed with a glass of wine and took a snapshot for Instagram.
Aspen ignored us all, utterly wrapped up in Misha who, clearly, had never eaten Thanksgiving food before.
The prospect of corn with gravy had him stumped.
It was strange seeing my sister actually be okay with disconnecting from her phone and existing in a world of her own with the guy.
Aidan's call with Maxim had given me some ease, but not a lot.
My sisters, for all they were pains in my butt, were sensitive.
More sensitive than the world could imagine.
Probably more than I knew too.
"Put him down, dear," Mom chided Aspen who'd started kissing Misha. "Let him eat his turkey."
"Mom," Aspen mumbled.
"She has a point. I don't need to see your tonsils, Aspen," Dad chided as he grabbed his beer and took a deep sip.
I watched him peer around the table, spying his grin grow.
Dad, for all that he was a rockstar, for all that he was a rock legend, loved being with his family.
"Next year, we'll stay in New York," he declared.
Mom arched a brow. "You got confirmation?"
"I did. Frankie—" His agent. "—sent it through to me last night."
"Sent what through to you?"
"noxxiousis playing at the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade next year."
Aidan chuckled. "Conor will die if that happens."
Dad laughed. "I hope not. I don't want his death on my conscience."
"I'm sure he'll resurrect in time for the first song," Aidan drawled. "He's still in awe of the fact we're related."
"You should have brought him with you for Thanksgiving," Mom chided.