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“You’re such an asshole,” I mutter under my breath.
He whirls around to look at me. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” I state, walking toward Lisabell. “I said you’re an asshole.”
And with that, I grab a hold of my best friend’s hand and walk away.
“I cannot believe you just did that,” Lisabell says. There’s a smile in her voice and when I look at her, her brown eyes are practically gleaming.
“Let’s keep the judgment till we get out of the house, okay?”
“Hey, you won’t get any judgment from me. I think that was pretty cool. They may have money, but that doesn’t give them to right to walk over us like that.”
“Exactly! Come on, let’s go,” I say pulling her toward the entrance.
“Wait, no,” she protests. “I need to grab my purse. And say goodbye to the twins.”
I raise an eyebrow at the sad tone in her voice.
“Shouldn’t the first rule of your job be not getting attached?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “First of all, I’m not a spy. Also, there’s no way you wouldn’t get attached to those kids. They’re angels. And you would know that, if you had spent more than a few minutes with them, instead of exploring the whole house.”
We’re walking to the kitchen, where the twins are still at.
“Now that I think about it, that’s probably the reason Mr. Callahan was so upset. I may have walked into a room I wasn’t supposed to be in.”
I think about the paintings there. They were so beautiful, alive in a way that I couldn’t understand. I have a feeling they were his late wife’s. The room seemed like no one had been in there in a long time. I hadn’t meant to stumble on something so important to him. I would have apologized. If he gave me a chance to.
“What was in the room?” Lisabell asks.
I shake my head. “I couldn’t really see. It was dark.”
The least I can do is not tell anyone about what I saw.
We arrive at the kitchen to find a phenomenal mess. Lisabell gasps as she takes in the countertop and the two kids standing in front of it. My first instinct is to laugh.
“What the hell happened?!” Lisabell asks, staring at the flour that’s everywhere. The two of them are covered in it. It’s actually kind of adorable.
I clear my throat. “Bells, correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re not supposed to swear in front of kids.”
“Oh, that’s okay,” the little girl says. She shakes her head full of brown hair with a giggle, dumping some of the flour on Lisabell and me. “We’re allowed to swear a little when we’re home. Dad says we’re going to do it all we want eventually. It’s an inevitable rite of passage into adulthood.”
How does a kid even know the word inevitable?
“Yeah, but you’re not adults. You’re children,” I say, leaning down to look her in the eyes.
“We’re Callahans,” her brother replies, shaking off the flour as he walks over. “We might as well get a head start.”
“Wow, okay,” I say in surprise. “That’s nice, I guess.”
The girl grins and I can’t help but smile back. They’re adorable kids. They both have hazel eyes. In the light, their eyes seem to shine, giving them a goldish hue.
I’m not really sure how to explain their appearance. They’re identical, and not really at the same time. They have all the same facial features. Pretty eyes, brown hair, pert little noses. But the girl, Madison’s features are girlier. Her hair’s longer and lustrous. Mason has shorter curly hair.
“Hey guys, so I need to talk to you,” Lisabell says, looking at the two of them.
She barely has to lean down. She’s only a head taller than Mason, and Madison’s a few inches shorter than her brother. I’m pretty sure they’re taller than the average 12-year-olds. They probably get their height from their dad.
