“What did I tell you two about talking to strangers?” she called out jokingly. “That man looks dangerous.”

The man I’d pulled into our antics rushed away, and I smiled as Alex climbed to his feet and loped toward the car.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes,” he said, hugging her through the window. “Ani, this is Sarai.”

“Of course when I find you, you’re harassing some poor guy,” she teased him, flicking him as she turned toward me.

“That was my fault,” I admitted, walking toward the car. “Nice to meet you, Ani.”

“You too,” Ani said. She stared at me for a minute. “You’re pretty.” She looked at Alex. “What the hell is she doing with you?”

“She prefers the handsome brother,” Alex replied, pulling me against his side.

“Hey now,” an almost familiar voice called from the driver’s seat.

I leaned down to see who was driving and met the eyes of Alex’s twin brother. It was eerie, staring into those eyes. They were Alex’s but not. The crinkles in the corners that Alex had from smiling were shallower on Bram, but the furrows between Bram’s eyebrows were deeper.

“Hey,” Bram said. His voice was deeper than Alex’s, raspier.

“That’s my identical twin brother, Abraham,” Alex said, wrapping an arm around my waist.

“Huh,” I murmured, tipping my head to the side. “I don’t see it.”

“Oh, I like her,” Ani said quietly.

“Get in before people start honking,” Bram ordered.

We climbed into the backseat, and just as Alex closed the door, the car was in motion.

“Where’s Arie?” Alex asked as I rushed to fasten my seat belt.

“She’s with Mom,” Bram replied.

Ani turned around in her seat and smiled brightly.

“Baby, I get in a wreck and you’re toast,” Bram said, reaching out to put his hand on her leg.

“Don’t wreck,” Ani replied, still facing us. “How was your flight?”

“It was good,” Alex said, stretching out his legs as much as he could. I didn’t blame him. I was feeling a bit stiff from being in the tiny plane seats, too, and he was much bigger than I was. Hopefully his knee wasn’t bothering him.

“No crying babies or smelly food,” I said, making Ani laugh. “So I’d consider it a success.”

“Smelly food is the worst,” Ani replied, wrinkling her nose.

“I’m getting on the freeway, Anita,” Bram snapped worriedly. “Sit your ass down.”

“All right, all right,” she grumbled.

“It’s good to have you home,” Bram said, glancing at us in the mirror again. “You’re flying back out on Sunday?”

“That sucks,” Ani announced. “You should have tried to stay longer.”

“We’ve got jobs,” Alex said in amusement. “Not all of us can paint furniture whenever we want and call it good.”

“I resent that,” Ani said, flipping Alex off. “I’m also raising a small human.”