Danny let himself in to the apartment; it was the day before Thanksgiving. Lindsay had worked until 2 and then gone home Danny didn't get back until just gone six.

He could hear the gentle sounds of Andy Griggs playing in the background.

A wonderful smell drew him to the kitchen he stopped when he saw the sight before him.

His eyes slowly moved up Lindsay's body as she stood in front of the stove, he started at her feet which were clad in three inch heels, moving slowly up her stocking clad legs, complete with back seam, up to her short red dress.

Danny couldn't help himself; he let out a low wolf whistle.

"Hey." Lindsay turned around slightly startled.

"You look great." He told her.

"Thanks." She blushed slightly.

"What's with the dress up? Are we expecting company?"

"It's tradition." She shrugged.

"What's tradition and what smells so good?"

"Dinner and we always dress up for Thanksgiving dinner in my family."

"I hate to be the one to break it to you Montana, but Thanksgiving is tomorrow."

"I know. But we have to work, so I thought we could celebrate tonight."

"So what are you making?" Danny stepped closer.

"We got turkey, sweet potatoes, yams, cranberry sauce amongst other things and pumpkin pie for desert."

"It smells great and so do you." He was close enough to her to smell her perfume.

Lindsay blushed.

"Hang on does this mean I have to dress up to?" Danny inquired.

"Just put on a pair of pants and a shirt and you'll be fine."

"Do I have time for a quick shower?" He inquired.

"Dinner won't be ready for another forty-five minutes; I wasn't expecting you back quite so soon." She admitted.

Danny kissed her.

"What was that for?"

"Being you." He kissed the tip of her nose. "I'll be right back."

It took twenty minutes for him to return.

"You put on a tie." Lindsay smiled looking up from where she was setting the table.

"Well you put on a killer dress and heels it was the least I could do." He shrugged. "So are there any other holiday traditions I should know about?"

"We usually go around saying what we're thankful for."

"You mean something like I'm grateful that you decided to wear that dress and I'll be even more grateful when I can get you out of it."

"Down cowboy." Lindsay told him. "Dinner first and then you can try to convince me that you should get lucky tonight."

"How convincing am I going to have to be?" He inquired.

"I need to check on the turkey." Lindsay said leaving him hanging as he headed to the kitchen.

/…/

When dinner was finally ready they sat at the table.

"And traditions in your family?" Lindsay inquired.

"There was this poem I remember from when I was a kid, I never knew who wrote it."

"Let's hear it."

"May your stuffing be tasty

May your turkey plump,

May your potatoes and gravy

have nary a lump.

May your yams be delicious

and your pies take the prize,
and may your Thanksgiving dinner
stay off your thighs!" Danny recited.

"Where did you get that from?" Lindsay inquired.

"Someone in grade school, I remember getting ground after I recited it to my grandmother.

"I like it. Let's eat."

TBC

A/N: I found the poem on a website of famous thanksgiving quotes; it's called the Thanksgiving 8000 calorie poem and is by an unknown author.