Chapter 11
Before dinner, we’d all toasted Finn’s imminent birth with a glass of brandy eggnog, played with the kids, listened to their long lists of what they thought Santa would bring them in the morning, laughed at Dayton’s new jokes, and through it all, I’d smiled and played nice. I wanted to grab Davinder by the collar and demand he tell me how he could be in the same room with me for three consecutive hours and not make eye contact.
However, Eileen wanted to talk to me plenty.
“I guess you’ve been busy with your book,” she said. We sat side by side at the table. Dinner was over, but no one wanted to get up yet.
“Yeah, I have.” I looked at her and across the table to where Davinder was immersed in conversation with Dali. “I’m sorry if I’ve been so unavailable,” I said.
“Maybe whe
