The twins were leaning against the car door, looking extraordinary, as if they put some effort into dressing up. My eyes trailed between, that impish twist to their mouths almost identical, meanwhile I was forced to focus on keeping even breathing.

The breeze was pulling at their hair, and Rowan was gently tucking it into place every so often while Reed gave up. Their skin looked as warmly tanned as ever, and they were just as infuriatingly attractive as on any other day.

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