"It's almost Thanksgiving," she said. "You're sure you want to stay here?" He shrugged. "Mel and Jack can't leave--she has babies coming. Preacher and Paige are here--that's family. If you want to go to Sam's, I'll do that with you. But I don't want to go to L.A. yet." "You aren't keeping me a secret from the Valenzuelas, are you?" "God, no, I've told them all, every one of them. I even told them to look out--you're bilingual and tricky. But I'm not ready to share you. In my mother's Catholic household, it would be separate bedrooms because we're not married. Even though I'm thirty-seven and she knows we're living together--it's her Catholic home. We could stay in a hotel, but I think we'll visit later. Just give me a little more time. I've never been this happy in my life and all day long I look forward to when we're finally alone together." He played with the hair that fell to her shoulder. "I'm greedy. This is the best my life has ever been." "What about Christmas?" she asked him. "What about it?" "Will your family be upset it we go to Dad's for Christmas? Because my whole family plus Mel's sister, brother-in-law and the kids will be there--and I want to be with them." "Then that's where we'll be. We can join the Valenzuelas another time. You have to remember, mija--my family is so large that my parents don't expect to have all the kids together with their own families every year. We'll do Christmas with them another year." Thanksgiving"