“Yes, you are. Get out.”
Dirk’s voice carried a warning laugh as he waved his hand at his brothers. Chase and Isaac stood by the doorway with matching grins, both of them sticking their tongues out at him before finally retreating down the hall.
I couldn’t help the small smile that curved my lips. It was strange how quickly their noise filled spaces and how quickly peace returned when they left. The kitchen felt warmer again, calmer. Just me and Dirk and the smell of breakfast still lingering in the air.
“Sorry about them,” Dirk said, shaking his head as he picked up a tray. “They think everything is a stage.”
“It’s okay,” I replied softly. “I grew up with siblings too. I understand chaos.”
He smiled at that, the kind of smile that felt easy, not forced. “Then you’ll survive us.”
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