Ronan smirked and walked around the cutlery and plate on the ground in search of the coffee pot on the kitchen counter. “I have to say, man, the way you serve breakfast is not at all what I had expected from you. I’m scared to ask for a piece of toast. Not sure if you’ll jump me.” Ronan laughed at his own joke, the idiot.
Standing under thespray andhumming, she thought of what she and Duncan had declared to each other last night. Would Duncan be her last? Would she be his last? She would take the leap of faith with Duncan. He could be cocky, arrogant, and a big child even, but she knew by now that he was also honest and loyal to a fault. If he didn’t mean it, he wouldn’t have said it last night.
Kayla chuckled. Perhaps “last night” was the password he wanted? He was always so playful, testing her, and he sure loved to get a rise out of her. His eyes sparkled with joy when she’d said that he would be coughing up syrup if he didn’t let her go. Duncan now knew that she had some moves. Her dad and brothers all made sure she and her sisters could defend themselves.
Kayla shivered at the thought that she had to defend herself against Tom about two months ago. Look how well that went, she mocked. Frozen, she had acted like his punching bag, lying there on the ground. She shook her head to rid herself of the negative thoughts.
She turned the shower off and stepped out of the shower stall. Picking up a towel from a neatly folded pile in the cabinet, she dried her body and hair before brushing her teeth with a new toothbrush she found under the sink. She walked into the bedroom, figuring Duncan must’ve come in when she was under the shower.
Her clothes were lying on the dresser with a man’s sweatpants and black hoodie next to them. She picked up the hoodie and closed her eyes as she pressed the fabric against her face. His smell washed over her senses—intoxicating and calming in one. She tipped her head to face the ceiling, wishing this feeling would never stop. Deep down inside, she knew her heart was already his.
When she was fully dressed in Duncan’s clothes, even putting on a pair of his big fluffy socks, she entered the living room. She immediately recognized Caitlin sitting on the sofa by her long curly dark brown hair. It was pulled tight in a ponytail, but the unruly waves still cascaded down her back as if they had a mind of their own. Caitlin had dark eyebrows, and her eyes were an intense shade of light blue. When she saw Kayla entering the room, she stood up to give her a big hug.
“I’m so sorry for all that happened to you. I really wish that I’d known sooner so I could have been a better friend to you and helped you.”
“I’m sorry, Caitlin, but I was so out of it for the first weeks of recovering. I was not thinking straight.”
“It’s okay. We’re going to help you and find out what he’s been up to, okay?”
Kayla nodded and glanced around the room. Her eyes met with a younger-looking Caitlin who was standing near the fireplace, smiling at her. “Hi, I’m Bree. I’m Caitlin’s sister and a friend of Dec. He was with me when he got the text, so I drove him here. I hope you don’t mind? I don’t know what’s been going on, but I know that you are in the best of hands here. If there is anything that I can do, please let me know.”
Although Kayla would never ask for help from a stranger, she really appreciated the vibe Bree gave off. She was a beautiful woman, and she seemed to be so kind, just like her sister. Kayla nodded and looked over at the couch were Ronan and Declan sat.
She could see the resemblances between the Mills twins even better in the daylight. Being fraternal twins, Declan and Ronan looked pretty alike, but they also resembled the rest of the brothers. They were definitely not identical twins.
Declan resembled Donovan more with his gray eyes and his raven-black hair that was a tad wavy on top. Ronan took after Duncan with his head closely shaved, and he looked like a younger version of him with his green eyes and his proud stance. Only he looked cockier and more arrogant, if that was even possible.
“Good to see you again, Kayla. Sorry that you missed my fireball shots yesterday.” Ronan smirked.
“I’m not.” Kayla chuckled. “I think getting up was a lot less hard by not taking those shots with you.”
“I saw Duncan had no trouble waking up hard this morning,” he said, winking at Kayla.
She felt her cheeks warming at his stupid joke and she was getting annoyed with him. What a jerk.
“Keep that sass up and you might get a kick to the junk too.”