Home for the Holidays: Excerpt

Three hours until Teddy and D planned to drop off Hope. Five hours until his parents were set to arrive. Rory stood in the pantry and tried very hard not to hyperventilate. “Honey? I was wondering where the—” Geo broke off. “I’m fine.” Okay, technically my voice is shaking and I’m staring at a bag of brown rice like it’s telling my fortune, but I’m fine, really. “Rory.” He closed his eyes, sensing Geo in the air behind him. “On your knees,” Geo said, very quietly. “We’re in the pantry. And there’s so much to do. I still haven’t finished