“Nah,” Dux said, his blue eyes sparkling with warmth and humor. “Me and Drake need to talk to you about getting matching tattoos, so you get a break from the ruthless and relentless teasing.”
“Yeah?” She right way slid into professional persona. “You guys always get matching tats, or this is something new?”
Drake shrugged, ran his hands through his dark hair liberally sprinkled with gray. The salt-and-pepper looked fantastic on the twins, especially with those Arctic-blue eyes, and Zoe called them The Silver Foxes, which made them laugh and tell her how right she was.
“We have gotten matching tattoos before,” he told her. “But we have some individual ones, too.”
“OK. Interesting. I’ll look forward to seeing your ink.”
“Why wait, honey?” Dux said.
“What?”
Bang on cue, without a word
