“There you are.” Jackson’s voice causes me to start and almost spill my tea. I can’t believe I didn’t see or hear him approaching.
“Jackson, don’t sneak up on the poor girl,” Adele gently admonishes. “You’ll give her a heart attack.”
Before I have a chance to respond another voice calls out from the house, and I turn to see a slightly older version of Jackson appear in the doorway. The similarities are startling; at first glance, they could almost be twins, but as I observe the brothers greeting each other I see the subtle differences.
While Jackson is like a giant compared to me, he is in fact a couple of inches shorter than James. But what he lacks in height he makes up for in build. And then, of course, there is the square jaw that I love kissing; James’ face is softer, and he has hi
