“Your brother is here!”Plug called.
Tempi lit up instantly.“Tyson!”
Britta turned to me, smiling softly.“I saw the note you left,” she said, stepping up on her toes to kiss me.“Thank you.”
I grunted, brushing my thumb over her cheek.“Go.”
She headed for the door with Tempi.
Twister glanced at me.“You good with this?”
I looked down at the coffee cup on the counter and pushed it aside.“He’s her brother,” I said.“He doesn’t have to like me.”
Twister smirked.“That mean you ruled him out?”
I shifted, getting a line of sight into the other room.Britta hugged Tyson, and he looked relieved.
“I guess we’ll see if anyone gets shot in the next five minutes,” I said.
Twister laughed under his breath.“You might want to figure your shit out with him.”
“I will,” I said.
Because I would for her.
They came into the kitchen a minute later.“Tyson’s staying for breakfast,” Tempi announced.She looked at Twister, then at me.“That okay?”
“Whatever you want, baby,” Twister said.
“Fine by me,” I added.I reached for the coffee pot.“Want some—”
“Swift,” Britta cut in, snatching it from me.“That is not for human consumption.”
Tyson huffed a quiet laugh as he sat across from Twister.
Tempi and Britta moved around the kitchen, pulling out eggs, bread, whatever they could find.
The place came alive.
Normal conversation.
Small laughs.
For a second, it almost felt like none of the shit outside those walls existed.
I stayed where I was.
Watching.
Tyson leaned back slightly in his chair.“What’s with the window?”he asked.
Twister shrugged.“We’re not exactly fitting into the neighborhood.”
“That why you’re all here?”Tyson asked.
“That and a few other things,” I said.
He nodded slowly.“Probably safer here,” he muttered.
