"They're not here," came Ian's reply from the next room over. He stepped into the living room and frowned. Scout. Well, at least he wasn't late. Nope, that position would be saved by one, or both, of the twins today. Ian checked his watch. He'd been there for nearly an hour now, setting up the dining room to accommodate everyone. It hadn't taken much effort, but he didn't want his mother and step-father doing everything. He had assumed no one would show up until noon or later, despite the time he'd given them. Apparently, he'd been wrong. He still hadn't decided if he was happy about it or not. "They left early, right after I got here. Mom said something about forgetting the stuffing and asked Carl to take her to the grocery store."
He shrugged. He hadn't minded. Ian regularly woke up at the ass crack of dawn to run a business. It was no different getting up early on a holiday than any other day of the week. He knew for Scout, though, that it was an entirely different story. "You're up early."