Chapter Nineteen
Reece shushed his sister, waving his hand at her in agitation. That feeling was another familiar thing; being annoyed by his twin sister. Oh, he loved and adored Reegan dearly, but her songbird voice often carried. This was not a song Reece wanted everyone to hear.
He held up his hand, his fingers splayed. His ears strained to listen for any sign of movement, feminine gasp, or floorboard creaking. He heard nothing, but he needed to be certain.
Balling his fingers into a fist, he looked meaningfully at his sister. Reegan frowned at him. The twin expression of annoyance she felt for him dripping off her features to be replaced with incomprehension.
She wouldn’t know that his fisted hand signal meant stop in the military. Stop moving, stop talking. That there was possible
