“There’s no way an outsider could navigate the passages like that.” Hazen rests his arm over the back of the couch. “He’s either got the literal blueprints to our house, or he’s working with someone who has advanced knowledge of our security system. Both of those options are equally bad. That’s the part we should be focusing on.”
“Agreed,” Rath says.
“Does Liam have anything more for us to work with?” Connor asks, flicking his gaze to mine.
I shake my head. “He said he’ll keep us in the loop, but there’s nothing more right now.”
“So, what are we doing tonight?” Hazen asks, rocking his leg back and forth in a quick rhythm. “It’s not like we can figure outwhat’s going on until we have more info, so that sounds like it’s a tomorrow problem.”
“Agreed,” Connor says, his own leg moving in almost perfect sync with Hazen’s.
The twins are the most not-identical, identical people I’ve ever seen. They’re what’s called mirror twins, so they’re reflections of each other rather than being carbon copies. Like, both twins have identical birthmarks on their sides, but Connor’s is on the right and Hazen’s is on the left. And Connor is right-handed, while Hazen is a lefty.
They’re also chameleons, transforming into whoever they want to be based on who’s around. Thanks to this talent, they can flip between being clones of each other and barely looking related, depending on what they want.
They can’t fool Rath or me, not after a lifetime as best friends, but their gift has served them well over the years, and it’s always fun to watch them fuck with people when they pull their twin pranks.
“I vote for Baxter House,” Rath says.
“Same,” Connor says at the same time Hazen gives us a thumbs up.
“Baxter it is.” I get up from my chair and stretch my arms above my head as the others also stand.
Then the four of us head out of my room and make our way down to the main floor.
There aren’t a lot of guys around as we cut across the ornate lobby, and I’m just reaching for the door when it’s shoved open from the other side.
I manage to sidestep the heavy wood as it swings toward me, but I move right into the path of the person who rushes inside.
“Oof,” they grunt as our chests collide with a solidthump.
Instinctively, I grab them by the arms as we both stumble backward. He teeters on his feet, but I use my hold to keep him from falling.
“Oh shit,” West, one of our frat brothers, says, his eyes wide with shock as I finish steadying him. “I mean, sorry. That was my bad.”
“Sorry,” he repeats when I release my hold on his arms, and he takes a hasty step back.
“You’re fine. Shit happens.” I shift to the side.
He gives me a tight smile as he glances at the small space I left for him between me and the door, then he turns and fits his broad body through the space, his full ass dragging over my crotch as he squeezes past me.
“Have a good night,” I say, keeping my voice low.
“You too,” he mumbles and speed walks away from us.
“Still obsessed, I see,” Hazen says as we bound down the steps to the house.
“Not obsessed.” I shoot him a flat look.
He snort-laughs and slaps me on the arm. “Sure, you’ve just been fucking with him like that since first year because you’re totallynotobsessed.”
“Don’t forget keeping tabs on him and checking in on what’s going on in his life,” Connor adds, coming up to my other side. “Bro doesn’t even look at our stories but religiously checks his.”
“Fuck off,” I say flatly. “Both of you.”
“No thanks,” Connor says cheerfully.
“Awww, did we hit a nerve?” Hazen throws his arm over my shoulder and tries to drag me down into a headlock.
