I look down at her warm, brown eyes. The same eyes that I have. More gray seems to pepper her short brown bob.
“Fine.”
“No trouble?”
“None.”
“Your—”
“Hey, Kade!” Grace comes bursting out of the front door.
“Hey, sis.”
I pull her in for a hug.
“I didn’t think you’d be here for a while longer,” she says. “I was planning on going out.”
Grace is the spitting image of Mom, including her brown hair and her brown eyes. Hell, we both are.
“Not tonight,” Mom chides her. “I have dinner in the crock pot. I figure a good home-cooked meal is exactly what you need.”
Stepping inside, the smell of my favorite Mexican casserole greets me. “Oh, man, that smells great, Mom.”
She pats me on the stomach as she walks by. “You’re too skinny. Are you eating enough out there?”
“Mom,” I groan.
“What? I’m allowed to worry. You’re my baby boy and you live so far away.”
Grace grabs a chip from the bowl resting on the counter and pops it into her mouth. “You’d worry if he lived here.”
“At least I can look after you now.”
“What do you mean?” I shoot my gaze over to my sister.
“She moved back in after that Kevin dumped her,” Mom answers.
“Why did I not hear about this?” I growl.
“Because you never pick up the phone,” Grace says.
Heading to the fridge, I grab a beer and crack it open. “I’m busy.”
“Too busy for your family?” Mom quirks a brow at me.
“Never.”
“Yeah, yeah. At least you’re home now,” Grace says.
“For how long?” Mom grabs the plates and starts scooping out a heaping portion of dinner for me.
“Unknown,” I answer honestly.
“How do you not know?” Grace asks. “Grab me a beer, will ya?”
I nod, grabbing her a drink and taking a seat next to her at the counter.
“It could be a couple of weeks or maybe longer. It just depends on how much work the place needs.”
