Please do let him be half-naked.
Oh hell. She was so messed up. When she turned, though, he was dressed in a pair of navy, button-up pajamas.
“Nice pjs, bro,” Doc said.
“There’s nothing wrong with wearing pajamas,” Archer said stiffly. “Just because you prefer the caveman approach, some of us like to be more civilized.”
“All you need are the grandpa slippers and a pipe.”
Her head went back and forth between them. It was very clear they were siblings. Now that she had a chance to look at them closely, side-by-side, she could see more similarities.
Archer was taller but Isaac was broader, more muscular. Not that Archer was lacking in that area. Archer’s chestnut-colored hair was neatly trimmed, his face cleanly shaven. While his brother’s hair was lighter and longer and he sported a short beard.
Archer raised an eyebrow. “I forgot to pack them, my bad. Caley, I brought in some wood for the night. However, there wasn’t much out in the barn. Do you have another pile?”
“Oh yes, I have some more coming in a few weeks.”
Did she? She couldn’t remember now. She needed to write that down.
“Have you seen a notepad around here?” she asked Doc who continued to fold clothes. Including her bras. Oh well, he was right. Wasn’t like he hadn’t touched them before. And the things that they supported. And hers weren’t all that impressive. Come to think of it, though, she could probably use some new bras. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d bought one. The one he held currently was looking a little worn.
“Would one of those do?” Isaac nodded over at the pile of notebooks he’d placed on the other end of the long, wooden table.
“Oh, yes, thanks.” She grabbed one, looking around again. He pointed at a truly enormous pile of pens.
“Huh, all of these were hidden under clothes?” she asked, picking up one of her favorite pens and writing herself a note.
“No,” Doc said. “Some were in the sofa.”
She winced, thinking about what else could be under the sofa cushions. “You didn’t need to go searching under the cushions.”
“Didn’t I? Also found around fifteen dollars in change.”
“Really? Score.”
“I put it all in a coffee mug for you. I haven’t looked under the sofa yet, so there may be more to add to it.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that. You’ve done more than enough.” She was embarrassed that he’d had to tidy her house.
“Actually, I do,” he muttered bizarrely.
“Isaac is a bit of a neat freak,” Archer explained.
She stared down at her to-do list.
Check on firewood supply.
She tapped her pen against her chin as she thought about what else she needed to do.
Get truck serviced.
Pleased with herself for remembering that, she put the pad on the edge of the table and turned away.
Archer dove for the pad as it slipped off the edge of the table.
“Whoops. Sorry.” She blushed.
Archer set the pad down. Isaac picked it up and looked at it. Then he grabbed the pen as Archer moved to the kitchen and started opening cupboards. Oh drat. She was the worst host. She was vaguely aware of Doc adding things to her list but ignored him and headed towards Archer.