"I can't come home for Thanksgiving."Famous last words. As if I stand a chance against my overbearing-but-well-meaning family. Before I know it, my parents' neighbor is here to pick me up. What choice do I have, with the much-older Rocco looking all tempting in that sweater? Not only that, but he keeps looking at me like he has something important to say. The more he stares, the more it stirs up all sorts of forbidden feelings in me. Guess I'll be eating all my feelings on Thanksgiving, because nobody'd dare cook up romance over a family holiday weekend. That would be wrong. So very wrong.
