I grin at the small raven-haired woman in front of me for the second time today. “Keeley, hi. Hardly recognized you with your clothes on.” Ezra’s dark eyebrows fly up. “Excuse me?” His tone is menacing, and when I look at him, I suddenly realize why his eyes looked so familiar. He has the exact same eyes as her. Which means… “Not like that,” I backtrack quickly, holding up my hands as if to show her brother that I’m innocent. “We met in the elevator this morning.” “And my sister was naked at the time?!” His deep voice goes up an octave, almost comically squeaky. “Toweled,” I correct.
