Page 22 of Rock Chick Bonus Tracks

“Okay, Hank,” she began, scooching closer to him like she had to be near to support him through a trauma. “You had a small taste of them when they were here.”

“Sweetheart—”

“And it was Halloween, which is a holiday, I’ll admit. So Mom was acting in true form when she Mom Bombed your house in all things Halloween. But you must remember, that isn’ttheholiday. Christmas is.”

“Roxie—”

“So, you experienced Mom Overload when she was here around Halloween. And I know I warned you, but I don’t think you appreciate just how much Christmas is crazy town for my mom.”

Trish Logan, down to the bone, was “crazy town.”

But she was also hilarious, loved her daughter, loved Hank with her daughter, and family was family, and it didn’t need to be said, Christmas was family time.

“I did promise her Christmases,” he reminded her.

“I know, but this year, with things…” she trailed off.

It was hard for her to talk about it.

It was hard for any of them to talk about it.

So he didn’t make her talk about it.

“I know,” he murmured.

“We had to stay in Denver. For Vance.”

Everything was fine now. It was a miracle, but it was.

But she was right. They had to stay in Denver, especially Roxie.

For Vance.

“This is about Tex too, I assume,” Hank noted.

She nodded. “Mom has him back, and as usual with Mom, she’s going for the gusto.”

“It’s gonna be okay,” he assured her.

“It’s not going to be okay,” she returned.

“Sunshine,” he wrapped his hand around her neck, “it’s going to be okay.”

She searched his eyes. After a few beats, hers settled.

Because that was what he was for her.

Her rock.

She was his everything, and that was what he was for her.

So, yeah.

It was going to be okay.

Because even if it wasn’t, he’d make it that way.

“Oh my God!” Roxie yelled from the kitchen.

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