If I had to choose, I would pick Xun’s shirt as my favorite, though Chen’s was the hottest.

As for the rest, they all had cut cheekbones that they definitely got from their mom. They also had downward-angled jaws that they didn’t get from Jian-Li, so I guessed they came from their dad. Xun and Chen had sharp, straight noses with flaring nostrils, which, if I was ever asked to tell you what a hot-as-shit nose looked like, it would be theirs. Wei’s was more rounded without the flare, but although his brothers’ noses were awesome, his was far from unattractive.

“Hey, Chen,” I called back.

“Right, the lowdown,” Abel stated, and I looked to him. “Xun’s the oldest. He’s also cocky and arrogant. Further, he’s in your face pretty much all the time, and by ‘in your face,’ I mean he’s in everyone’s face.”

I felt my lips curve and looked to Xun, who lifted a hand to his forehead in order to salute me, apparently unoffended by these remarks.

“Wei is number two,” Abel went on. “He’s cocky and arrogant and a daredevil in a way it’s a miracle he’s still alive.”

I got that with the bike maneuver.

I looked to Wei and he gave me a formal bow when I did, one arm out, the other hand to his chest.

My lips curved bigger.

“You know Chen,” Abel continued. “He’s the youngest. He’s the sensitive one. He’s also the comedian. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t cocky and arrogant and a pain in the ass his own way.”

I smiled outright to Chen as he shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“It’s good you’re here,” Abel carried on. “You can drag Delilah’s shit up to Jian-Li’s so she can get cleaned up and changed. I’m gonna go out and see about finishing up the shower and toilet. I go, she stays up there and I want one of you on her at all times.”

“You’re actually gonna make this dump partially livable?” Chen asked.

“I’m gonna put a shower curtain up and a door on the toilet,” Abel answered.

Chen looked at me. “Miracle.”

I smiled at him again.

“It’s gonna kill the mood of the dungeon,” Wei noted.

“It’s gonna make the place more comfortable for Lilah,” Abel returned.

That made me feel nice.

“Finally. Been here a month and the place is still a shithole,” Xun decreed, then looked at me. But when he went on, with what he’d said, I was only half-listening. “He doesn’t even have cable and still has boxes of shit up in one of Ma’s extra bedrooms, including his stereo and CDs. Don’t know a man who can live without music, but it’s impossible for a man to live without TV.”

“A month?” I whispered.