And neither of our families were celebrating out of town.Which meant that Abe and I would both be in Burlingame, at Thanksgiving dinner, together.I met him for lunch on Tuesday. It was the one day he had off from practice, and it was also the least busy of my week; deadline wasn’t yet upon us, and we’d caught up from the weekend work the day before. Well, at least in theory. In practice, this week was a little busier as so many of us would be out of the office.Still, I stole away for half an hour with Abe.We met at a Lenny’s nearby, and he graciously bought my bagel. I watched with a smile. “What a gentleman.”He delivered it with a flourish. “I live to serve.”I raised my brows and ran my foot up his leg, and was delighted when his eyes darkened.But then he dealt me a firm, we-need-to-have-a-discussion look. “Okay. What are we going to do about our parents?”I smeared the cream cheese across my poppy-seed halves. “What do you mean?”“I mean, I talked to my mom last night.”“Yeah?”“She wanted to set me up with Jenna Perlman’s cousin.”“Jenna Perlman from schul?
