Chapter Seven
"Who called the hot guy brigade?" asked Tilly as she tossed her bag down on the kitchen counter. Her blonde hair hung down in lush waves over her shoulders as her blue eyes widened to take in the sight out the back window.
Saylor, who was on Tilly's heels, had her head craned over one shoulder like an owl trying to determine if it had found a new sparkly treasure or if there was danger afoot. "Are they here for lessons? Or… something?"
Saylor's brown tresses were pulled back into an orderly queue that rested between her shoulder blades. Those blades were tense at the same time as they sagged forward. It hadn't escaped Scout that her sister hadn't come home last night.
"They're not here for lessons," said Scout. "But they are here for something."
She stood at the large pi
