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“Garrett,” the one on my right said. “Your sister saved my life.”
“Well, I knew it was one of you. But you seriously all look alike. I know there’re two sets of twins and a set of triplets, but y’all all look like you could’ve come from the same birthing,” I admitted. “You’re looking really good, Garrett. Don’t even look like you were stabbed five years ago.”
Garrett flashed me a grin.
“Auden,” the one to the right of Garrett said. “This is my twin, Atlas.”
That one was sitting to the left of Quincy.
The other three were focused on their sister and didn’t notice that I was shaking hands.
I was focused on her, too, and trying really hard not to walk over there and rip her out of her brother’s arms.
I was guessing that one was the undercover one. Gable.
The way she acted at the sight of him let me know rather quick she hadn’t seen him in a while.
“So you’re dating?” Atlas asked.
I reluctantly looked away from the crying woman who was slowly stealing away pieces of my heart, and focused on her brother.
“We are,” I confirmed.
“Is this serious?” one asked.
I looked to the right to see the attention of one of the brothers I hadn’t had earlier.
“Very serious on my end,” I admitted.
“There’s still hope,” I guessed Quinn agreed.
“Quinn,” Quincy laughed. “Don’t start this tonight. She’s already in a very vulnerable state. She might very well kill you without meaning to.”
Quinn flashed a grin, and I said, “She’s done nothing but cry all day. So, I’d have to agree with him.” Then I looked at them all. “She was crying when I got there today. Had been for a while. Alone.”
I meant it just as accusingly as it came out.
The brothers ducked their heads, all of them who had heard, anyway.
“That was us not dealing well,” Garrett admitted. “We’ll do better.”
They could try to do better all they wanted.
That wasn’t going to change the fact that they’d left her when she’d needed them most.
“You still working with Winston?” Quincy asked.
I found myself looking at Ande to see if she’d heard.
She hadn’t, but she looked like her crying had slowed.
I looked away toward Quincy, but heard one of the other brothers say, “You work with Winston?”
Was that a note of surprise I heard in his voice?
“I’ve been working with Winston for years now,” I admitted. “I have no immediate plans to stop, either.”
Because crime didn’t stop just because you were tired.
