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.

is what I was hoping for. I shake Elijah’s

me, Mr. Aspen,”

for politeness. “Please, call me Dominic. Dinner should

from the kitchen. “It’s a

said. But you can have

makes a noise of surprise, and I’m hoping

you show them to the dining

have a whole dining room in your

right? This place is huge,” Presley says as she leads

is perfect), I bring in a plate of appetizers to set on the table. Lacey and Emilia follow me, but at the

Emilia and Lacey.” I point to each twin as I say

squat down to greet the girls

“Nice to meet you. I’m Presley’s

a boy,” Lacey says,

nods. “I sure

“Why?” Emilia asks.

“Guess I should’ve

works like that. Anybody

that for a moment, then nod, apparently

it were that easy with Dad,” Presley

his eyes with a derisive laugh.

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

potatoes, simmering cranberry relish, and prepping the pumpkin pie for baking. Through the doorway leading into

murmurs. “Having the apartment full and busy, I mean. I wouldn’t want to do it every day, but it’s so .

on her forehead. “Yeah, it really feels like a

knock on the door,

but now that the moment is actually here, it’s nerve-racking, mostly because I have no idea if

person

“And you must be Dominic. Very nice place you

the dining room, Presley stops in midsentence and goes as rigid as a statue. Michael takes a step back, and Elijah grabs his hand. At everyone else’s reactions, Francine stands up

says in the coldest tone I’ve ever

offers an uncertain, placating half smile.

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