When they reached their table, Khai spotted a familiar buzzed head and set of shoulders. Quan turned around, grinned, and shot to his feet so he could give Khai a monster hug. “Look at you.” Quan scrubbed a hand through Khai’s newly short hair. “Good haircut.” “Thanks.” Khai pushed his brother’s hand away and stepped back. “So here she is,” Quan said. Khai suppressed the strange urge to wrap his arm around Esme’s waist. Instead of pulling her close like he wanted, he took a step away from her. “Esme, this is my brother, Quan. Quan, Esme.” Quan took in the distance between Khai and Esme with a
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