My husband stiffens beside me, but everyone else laughs.
Robert holds his heart and sighs in relief. “Thank you, Tanisha. You distracted them and may have saved me from another exile.”
“We could still vote, Nora,” Emerson mutters to Robert, making everyone chuckle again.
Why is he calling him Nora? “Am I missing a joke?”
Royal snaps his fingers, as if figuring something out. “Is this about Spin the Bottle? We were thirteen, Emerson. I’m sure she’s over me by now.”
The family all starts talking at once and I can’t stop laughing, even though it hurts my cheek. I’m snuggled up between Lang and Emerson—and Barry, who managed to join in the pile after handing me an ice pack his grandmother gave him for me. I watch the loud, loving family defend my honor by giving Royal hell, and I’m more than thankful.
I’m already looking forward to my first in-law Christmas. Anything could happen.