My blood approves

“Hmm.” Jack didn’t look convinced, but he pulled his hand back from mine and opened the door to the Jeep. “You must be feeling pretty calm and happy right about now then, so let’s go inside before it wears off.”

“That’s actually a good idea,” I agreed and got out of the Jeep.

“You mean it does actually wear off?” He hurried around to meet me, and it felt weird for me to be on the other side of the question-and-answer game we always played. I wrapped my arms around myself (I was still nervous) and shrugged. “No, seriously. I don’t understand how this works.”

“I don’t know either. I just assumed you’d know what I was talking about.”

We had reached the door into the house, but he paused, staring off into space.

“Unless…”

“Unless what?” I pressed.

“Nothing.” Jack shook his head, shaking off whatever thought he had.

“Jack!” I protested, and he smirked at me.

“I’ll tell you later.” He’d never said that me before, and it surprised me.

“Really?” I asked hopefully.

“No. Come on.” Before I could argue more, he opened the door and walked into the house. “Hi, honey, we’re home!”

“Peter, hold Matilda!” Mae shouted from another room, and I cringed, knowing that Peter was just a room away. Then Mae raced into the entryway, her arms already open to hug me. “Alice!” She threw her arms around me, holding me tightly to her. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

“Me too,” I told her, and I was surprised to find I actually meant it.

“You know, I’m here too,” Jack pointed out when she released me. He had only meant it as a joke, but she turned and hugged him anyway. “Thanks.”

“You know we’re always glad you’re here,” Mae smiled at him.

“I know you’re glad that I’m here,” Jack corrected her, and a new fear gripped me. Maybe both Peter and Ezra didn’t like him, meaning that I wouldn’t even stand a chance.

Suddenly Matilda came bursting into the room, but Jack intercepted her, and she jumped happily into his arms. This is a hundred pound dog, and he caught her in his arms with ease. I knew that eventually I’d have to stop being so amazed by Jack.

“Peter!” Mae shouted towards the other room, where Peter still remained hidden.

“She got away from me!” Peter insisted, his silken voice shooting through my body. If he had even half the strength that Jack had, hanging onto Matilda wouldn’t be a problem. He’d let her go to spite us in some way.

“Peter,” another voice boomed. His voice was deeper than Jack’s or Peter’s, and it resonated in a way that made me flush warmly. Thankfully, he didn’t sound angry. He was merely disapproving, but I knew that if I had been on the receiving end of his disproval, I’d probably faint.

“Sorry,” Peter grumbled.

“That’s Ezra,” Mae told me, smiling proudly just at the mention of her husband.

Jack finally put down Matilda, who had completely saturated his face in slobber, and she bounded away. Mae looped her arm in mine, and I knew she would revel introducing me to Ezra, so I let her lead me into the next room.

“He’s really not scary at all,” Jack reassured me as he wiped dog slobber of his face with the back of his arm.

“He’s the nicest in the world,” Mae whispered.

Then we walked into the living room, and as soon as I saw him, all my fears melted away. My very first thought was that he looked like an angel. He was taller than Jack and Peter, but he didn’t seem to tower over anyone. As I had suspected, he was gorgeous, and he wore a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and collar unbuttoned, revealing a tantalizing hint of his chest.

His eyes were deep mahogany and infinitely warm. His skin was the same tanned color as Peter’s, but his hair had sun kissed streaks through it. He was in his mid-twenties, and he looked amazing, but he also looked… old somehow.

Around his eyes, I could tell that he was much wiser than his age belied.

“And you must be Alice,” his deep voice rolled warmly towards me, sending pleasurable chills coursing through me. There was something about his voice, I’d heard it when he said Peter’s name, but I couldn’t quite place it until he spoke more. He had a faded accent, maybe Irish or Australian, but I couldn’t be sure since it was so soft. He stepped closer to shake my hand (his skin had that familiar soft, temperate feel), and that’s when it finally dawned on me.

Ezra had an accent, but Peter and Jack didn’t, and maybe that could be explained by Ezra being born in another country while the other boys were too young to pick up an accent. But their eye colors were all so distinct and completely different. Ezra had deep brown, Peter’s were shocking green, and Jack’s were a soft blue. There was no way they were brothers.

“And you must be Ezra,” I smiled back at him. He held my hand in both of his, and he smiled so warmly at me, I thought I would melt. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Peter standing in the corner, casting an odd look at us, but I tried to ignore it.