Chapter 12
Jack looked up when he heard the soft knocking on the door. It was so loud in the living room, with his brothers and Ben watching a movie, that he almost didn’t hear the timid, little tapping of Erin’s knuckles. Getting up to open the door, he felt a strange hitching in his gut, somewhere in the center of his chest.
Erin stood there, nearly as small as Charlie. Her head didn’t even hit him mid-chest. Her hair spiraled around her face before it was collected at the back of her neck. Her eyes looked big and deep under the porch light. She wore a skirt. One of those annoying, flouncy skirts that brushed over her legs. He hadn’t seen one of those since her first few days here. He thought she wore the ridiculous get-ups to attract his and his brothers’ attention. Now he was startin
