Katya
I am walking in the front door when hands wrap around my waist from behind and I'm pulled against a firm, warm body. So consumed in my own thoughts, I hadn’t even realized Ezra was behind me until I opened it. I jump as he presses himself against me. Burying his face in my hair, he inhales my scent.
“How was Angie’s family?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Not good, heartbroken,” I admit as Mateo walks down the steps, a look of relief on his face before he rushes over, and wraps his arms around us. I am squished between them as I breathe deeply, inhaling their comforting scents.
“Thank God you’re back,” Mateo whispers, kissing my cheek before doing the same to Ezra. I look up between them.
“Where is my brother?” I ask Ezra, unable to smell his scent anywhere.
“At your old house with
