“I’m Wyatt, the better looking one,” the other one said, while shooting me a playful wink.
Magnus groaned and rolled his eyes at his brother’s comment.
Wyatt’s better-looking comment made me snort. Though it wasn’t entirely wrong. Wyatt had a sparkle in his eyes, and the curl on the corner of his mouth that promised a lot of bad things in the best way possible. While Magnus had the brooding tattooed asshole thing going on. Combine that with their angular jawlines, broad shoulders, and aura of arrogance, and most girls would be screwed.
Except for me. I’d dealt with enough cocky pricks in my life.
Angus’s next words caused me to arch a brow. “Where’s Devlin?”
There’s another one?
“He left right after Rook did.” Wyatt said.
Was I in the testosterone manor of Midwestern USA? How many boys lived in this place?
Apparently, Angus didn’t like Wyatt’s answer.
“I told Devlin to be here,” he stated while pointing at the ground, as if he could magically make his missing son appear. “He knew how important this was. Has he no respect for his mother?”
Both boys shrugged in response.
His mother?“Aren’t you married to Charmaine?”
Angus’s eyes snapped to mine. “That’s who I was referring to. She is his mother now.”
I supposed that made sense, but if he expected me to call him dad, he had another think coming.
“Tell Devlin to come and see me when he comes home,” Angus grumbled and walked away. “And show Sydney to her room.”
I stood there staring at the twins, who did not look very impressed that I was here. At least we had that in common.
Deciding to break the ice, I gave them a small wave. “Hi.”
Other than a snort from Magnus, I didn’t get a response.
Scratch that. Unimpressed wasn’t the right word. Magnus was downright pissed. His brother, on the other hand…
Wyatt’s eyes were glimmering with something that made me way more uncomfortable than I was in the driveway.
Well, this is awkward.
I could try to find my own way around. Anything was better than standing here and getting scrutinized by the dumbass duo.
Magnus’s eyes narrowed in on me. “So, what’s your deal?”
We stood there for god knows how long, not saying a thing, and now he decided to speak? And it wasn’t a greeting or something else to make me feel welcomed. It waswhat’s your deal. Did he just decide I was broken like Charmaine?
“What’s your deal?” I shot back.
“Excuse my brother.” Wyatt gave Magnus a small shove.
Him, I might be okay with.
“What he meant to say was, which one of us are you going to fuck first?”
I was wrong. Wyatt could bite my ass, too. Not that I’d say that to him, because he might actually bite my ass.
“Come on, Foster Care.” A smirk pulled at the corner of Wyatt’s mouth. “You can’t tell me you haven’t been around. I’m sure you had a daddy or two who wanted a little extra love.”
