“Hey, Kaney Poo, your girl is here.” The guy at the door called.
“Ooh…Kaney Kanesy.” The other brothers cooed as if they had all reverted to ten years old.
When they turned to me, I was staring at them all with a bored expression.
“What?” The one at the door asked with a shrug.
“Really?” I asked in a chiding tone.
Ducking his head a little, he slid out the door, past me. The other two quick to follow.
Leaving only Porter looking at me. Wearing a pair of slick running pants and a black tank top.
He walked over and palmed the door to push it open further.
“Come on in.” He waved a hand to usher me.
I walked in. Noticing again how everything was stacked by size and the decorations were all either black or white or checkered black and white.
In the middle of the stud
