That seals it for me. I’m convinced everyone in the creature world could be supermodels.
Ensley stands with a grin and sticks her hand in front of her brother’s face, ring-side up.
Seeing the giant pink rock perched on her finger, Becks shakes his head in disbelief. “I leave you alone for a couple of weeks and you go and get yourself engaged?”
“A couple of weeks?” Ensley says, dropping her hand so she can plant both fists on her hips. “How about two months? You didn’t even say goodbye. I’m mad at you for that, by the way.”
Becks reaches up and rubs the back of his neck, looking guilty. “I was kinda in a rush.”
“I’d say, you—” Ensley cuts herself off when her gaze lands on me. Her eyes widen.
“Holy smokes, Lock, she looks just like you.”
Behind her, Locklyn rolls her eyes. “I’d think being a twin yourself, you’d understand how it works.”
Ensley shoots my sister a glare and then turns her attention back to me.
“Hi, I’m Ensley. Becks’ older?—”
“By two minutes.”
“—more mature and attractive?—”
“Hey,” he protests.
“—twin sister,” she finishes, and then holds her hand out to me.
“Haven,” I say as I shake it.
“I hear you had to live with him for two whole weeks. My condolences. I lived with him for most of my life, and I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”
“Um, hey again,” Becks chimes in.
Ensley barely glances at her brother when she says, “Twenty years old and you still don’t know how to put a toilet seat down.”
“Seriously, Ens?”
Covering my mouth, I snort a laugh. She’s a hoot.
When I look over at Becks, there’s color high on his cheeks.
Is Becks . . . actually blushing?
“We didn’t actually have to share a bathroom most of the time. Only at the hotel we stayed at, and he was very respectful. No toilet seats left up.”
Becks crosses his arms and shoots his sister a smug smile.
“Do you remember the honeymoon suite at that first motel?” Becks asks.
“How could I forget? I wish we’d have gotten a picture of it, because no one would believe it if they didn’t see it themselves.”
“Hmm,” Ensley says, her gaze shifting between her brother and me, a sly gleam in her eye and a smirk on her face. She glances over her shoulder at Locklyn, who gives her a look back that seems to say, “See, I told you.”
I clear my throat, feeling a blush heat my cheeks.
“This is Titus, Ensley’s boyfriend,” Becks says, introducing me to the white-haired male.
“Fiancé,” Titus corrects him.
