Then Kian leaned in again, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
The rain fell harder. The neon flickered. And Kaelen, for the hundredth time in his life, realized he was about to say something ridiculous again. k two teasing tongues 35 (part a)
“Okay, but the real reason I brought you here...” He paused, dramatic as ever. “I need you to help me lie to Mom.” Then Kian leaned in again, voice dropping to
Kian’s grin widened into something sharp and playful. “Functional,” he repeated, drawing the word out like a piece of taffy. “That’s a nice way of saying you ordered poisson at that French place last week and got a plate of goldfish crackers.” And Kaelen, for the hundredth time in his
“Only if you don’t cover for me.” Kian flashed that grin again—the one that had gotten them out of trouble since kindergarten. “Come on, brother. Your tongue got us into this. Now it’s got to get us out.”
That was true. Kaelen had always been the quieter twin, the one who thought before he spoke—except when Kian was around. Something about his brother’s presence loosened the latch on his filter. And Kian, the sharper-tongued of the two, knew exactly which buttons to press.
“The sign said ‘STAFF PICKS,’ Kae.”