Chapter 32: Too little to go to jail

The next day, when he knocked on her door, he expected blushes or even scowls. Instead, a harassed-looking Lindi frowned up at him and then combed her hand through her hair. It was flying in all directions, which told him she'd had her hands in there a few times. It was something he remembered from their days as a couple. He'd laughed once at how cute she'd looked with her hair sticking up in odd spikes. He'd never made that mistake again.

She shooed him away as if he was a pesky neighborhood cat. "Go away, I have a crisis, and I don't have time to deal with you now."

"What crisis? Maybe I can help." He pushed his way inside. She wasn't getting rid of him that easily. He walked into the small foyer, shrugging off his jacket, and he hung it on the wooden peg on the wall.

Lindi shrugged and walked back to the lounge. Rafe followed her, curious to see what the twins had done now.