“They’re my neighbors. Jeez.” I motion them to come, and they’re coming to us.
“Hey, Abby. I don’t know you’d be here,” says Mason. He’s in his mid-twenties, an inch shorter than Seb with brown hair, and blue eyes. Logan is the same height as Seb, but with a pack of muscles like the Rock, trimly cut hair, brown eyes, and maybe in his early thirties.
“Didn’t expect to see both of you either.” I smile at both of them and seem friendly.
“Oh, this is Seb. My husband, over there, are Patrick and Patricia, Seb’s cousins.”
They shake everyone’s hand. I notice the look of Trix and Mason’s. They look surprised, but there’s something like instant attractions with each other, and as if they’re ready to tackle each other. I might have gasped to see their reactions.
Trix looks down, then back at m
