Dominic

Four months later

Presley, Francine, and I are in the kitchen, taking turns cooking and diverting the twins away from the myriad hot and pointy objects in play, when the doorbell rings.

“Go ahead. I’ve got things under control here,” Francine says.

I glance up from tending my potful of bubbling potatoes. “You sure?”

“Of course—you’re the hosts. Now shoo, dearies.” She flicks her hand at us with a smile.

We answer the door to a young man I recognize from photos as Presley’s brother, and an affable-looking guy with brown eyes and a mop of unruly black curls.

“Thank you for coming. I’m Dominic.”

Michael shakes my hand, and when he smiles, I can see the resemblance between him and Presley right away. They share the same curious blue eyes and high cheekbones. “Thanks for the invite. This is Elijah.”

“Make yourselves at home,” I say, stepping aside to let them in.

Presley hugs Michael and pecks him on the cheek. “I’m so glad you could make it.”

“I wouldn’t miss Thanksgiving with my big sister,” he replies with a grin.

“And Elijah,” she says, smiling. “It’s so nice to meet you. I’ve heard good things.”

“Then they’re all true,” Elijah says.

Michael shoots a grin at the other boy that’s so adoring, I almost expect cartoon hearts to float up around their heads.

Ah, young love . . . wait, did I really just think that? Dammit, being a dad has made me prematurely old.

Her eyes sparkling, Presley leans toward Michael. “Are you two exclusive yet?”

“Sis . . .” Michael groans, like the teenager he so recently was.

the awkwardness dissolves, which is what I was hoping

me,

politeness. “Please, call me Dominic. Dinner should

from the kitchen. “It’s a big

But you can have some appetizers while

I’m hoping she didn’t just chop off

can you show them to the

have a whole dining room in

This place is huge,”

bring in a plate of appetizers to set on the table. Lacey and Emilia follow me, but at the sight of strangers, they hide behind my legs, too shy

I point to each

down to greet the girls

says. “Nice to meet you. I’m Presley’s brother,

Lacey says, poking her

Elijah nods.

“Why?” Emilia asks.

chuckles. “Guess

just works like that. Anybody can

think about that for

only it were that

his eyes with a derisive laugh.

go take over for Francine. She’ll insist she doesn’t need any help,

prepping the pumpkin pie for baking. Through the doorway leading into the dining room, we can

and busy, I mean. I wouldn’t want to do it every day, but it’s so

on her forehead. “Yeah,

the door, I scramble

planned this well, but now that the

door. “George?” I’ve never seen him in person before. I can tell where Presley gets

nods. “And you must be

goes as rigid as a statue. Michael takes a step back, and Elijah grabs his hand. At everyone else’s reactions, Francine stands up protectively, and the girls

says in the coldest tone I’ve

offers an uncertain, placating half

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