9
“Cisco, hey man. What’s up?” Rohan said.
I got dressed so as not to prance n***d through the house when I retrieved my suitcases.
Ro held up a finger for me to wait. “Yeah. She’s here.”
He winced, holding the phone away from his ears as a group of men whooped, calling out my name and for me to hurry up and come meet them.
“Got a sister?” one of them yelled.
“Brother,” I said.
A bunch of “ooohs,” and a “Bastijn, you’re in luck.”
“Kane? No?” Ro asked me over the good-natured ribbing bellowing out of the phone.
I shrugged and took the phone away from Rohan. “Boys, I’m flattered. We’ll be there in a bit, so pretty up for me.”
“Don’t you have to pretty up for us?” another asked.
“There’s one of me, and?” I threw a questioning glance at Ro and he held up five fingers. “Five of you.
