Eralia’s POV
Stepping into the house, Benny and Tanner behind me their voices rising with emphatic conversation. As we walk past the living room, I steal a glance inside. Despite her warning, not a single item seems to be out of place. I chuckle under my breath at my boss’ skewed definition idea of mess, how she’s managed to keep it this tidy with my siblings living here is beyond me.
We make our way through the house, cutting through the kitchen toward the back yard. The sight waiting for us on the lawn has me gaping, while Mackenzie simply grimaces beside me. The centre of the yard is covered in wooden planks, some screwed together at haphazard, jagged angles. Tins of paint and stray tools litter the grass. Callan stands in the eye of the disorganisation, a tool belt tied around his wa
