“One second, she’s just moving a bag of food,” Tabby told me as we stopped.
A high pitched, heart breaking whine came from beside me, and without thinking I dropped my hands and stared into the prettiest eyes I’d ever seen in my life – apart from Jarrod’s. They were also not that much lower than where my own eyes were while I was standing up. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the dog then raised a paw and scratched at the cage in front of me, whining the whole time.
“Uh, Katy…” Tabby murmured beside me. “That’s not a little dog.”
No, it was the size of a fucking horse, but it was love at first sight and we’d made eye contact.
Looking around her, I got Beth’s attention. “This one.”ThreeJarrodMy couch had never felt so good as it did at that moment as I leaned back and took a sip of my beer. I was moved into my new place and it was frigging awesome. I had peace, quiet, my house was the shit, and I could focus on my secret without anyone finding out.
Groaning as he raised the footrest on my recliner, Ren got comfy with his own beer. “So, Katy Crew’s your neighbor, man,” he snickered, wiggling his eyebrows as the others joined us. “How’s that for luck.”
“Who’s Katy Crew?” My brother Bond asked as he sat beside me, with my other brother Canon beside him.
“Christ, it’s like looking at three different versions of Jarrod,” Cole muttered as he sat in the other recliner, leaving my last brother, Reid, to sit in my desk chair which was currently parked beside where I was sitting. When he did, Cole added, “Make that four different versions of him.”
Yeah, we all looked a lot alike, with the main differences being the colors of our eyes. I had green, hazel and blue in mine, Bond’s were a lighter blue, Canon’s were a dark green, and Reid’s were a mixture of green and brown – as in, both colors seemed to twirl around his irises together. Freaky bastard.
“Ok, I gotta ask,” Ren said, leaning forward in his chair now. “Who’s the oldest, and how did y’all get the eyes. Brother,” he directed at me, “your eyes have been a topic of conversation in the Townsend houses for a long time…”
“No shit,” Cole agreed. “My wife won’t quit talking about them and his voice.”
“So if my wife or the other ladies see all y’all together, I think they’re gonna melt on the spot,” Ren continued like his brother hadn’t said anything.
Glaring at him, Cole growled, “Apart from my wife, because she likes my eyes just fine.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, man. My wife worships the ground I walk on and loves every part of me, but as much as they love us, the second he looks at any of the women they legit turn into giggling schoolgirls.”
“Is that a fact?” Bond asked before Cole could argue back. “I see you’ve been holding back on us, J.”
In actual fact, I hadn’t been because what Ren said wasn’t true. At least, I didn’t think it was true?
Ignoring all of it, I pointed at Bond, “He’s the oldest at thirty-one, Canon’s next at twenty-nine, as you know I’m twenty-seven, and Reid is the baby at twenty-four.”
Both men’s mouths opened slightly hearing how close in age we were – again, something we got a lot.
“Whoa, your parents were on a roll, weren’t they?” Cole muttered, getting a glare from all four of us. “Are your parents giants, too?”
“Dad’s six foot seven,” Reid told him, pausing for effect. “Mom’s five foot four.”
Ironically, if I had to take a guess, that was the difference in heights between me and my new neighbor if she wasn’t wearing heels, too.
If they looked shocked before, the looks on their faces now were downright hilarious.
“Five foot four?” Cole clarified. When we all nodded, he stood up and looked at us all. “Bullshit. No way can an ittle bitty squeeze out four behemoths back to back like that. No fucking way.”
He was right on one part of that – we were all behemoths. Bond and Canon were six foot six, and me and Reid were six foot seven, but she’d definitely given birth to all four of us which was why we spoiled her on Mother’s Day.
“Jesus,” Ren mumbled, looking at us all and ignoring his brother’s outburst again. “That’s impressive. What about the eye thing?”
“The quirky quirks of DNA, man,” Canon replied, putting his empty bottle on the coffee table. “Mom’s from Jamaica, Dad’s family are German. You’d think we’d get Mom’s eyes, but somehow we all have a mixture of green and blue. I read up on it somewhere and the dominant gene should be her brown eyes, but sometimes there can be blue eyed DNA further back that mix with the blue of this parent. I’m not sure if that’s right because I’m not a geneticist and I hated biology, so I’m not sure the exact reasons.”