Chapter Eight
Heading into the house, I sat my beer on the kitchen counter. Already knowing better than to take any drinks into the rest of the house. Olivia and Jay liked things neat, and while they were fine with drinks in the living room, the both preferred that we keep them in the kitchen.
The twins had taught them too many lessons as they were growing up, and I think we all had a bit of PTSD from stepping into strange liquids. Or finding random cups around the house.
I found Everly and Olivia setting the table for dinner. Killian was rinsing off the spinach and putting it into a large wooden bowl for the salad. Jay had handed off the sodas to the twins and they were putting them away.
All in all, it was the picture of their family and how things worked; the only ones missing were
