The Baynes Legacy - Book 4 - Ebb of the Night

Ebb of the Night (Chapter 2)

2.

"Well?" Kyle asked as soon as Doyle waltz through the door.

"Well what?" Doyle questioned as if he didn't know what he was talking about. Walking towards the refrigerator in the kitchenette he removed a bottle of water and chugged it down in a few gulps.

"Did you add another notch in your belt?" Kyle laughed from the couch he was sprawled out on.

"Yep. One down hundreds more to go." He snickered as he tossed the empty bottle in the bin. "What about you two? Any luck?" Zach walked out of his room with a towel draped over his shoulders only in his boxers, fresh from a shower.

"Nah, we were just surveying." He chuckled as he swiped he towel over his short buzzed hair. "Layla just called, she said they would meet us in the lobby in an hour."

"Great, time to get ready." Raising his eyebrows Doyle turned toward his room to shower and dress to impress. In the bathroom he turned on the warm water and waited until the shower stall was steamed up before entering. Washing off the scent of the girl from earlier, Doyle enjoyed the heat of the shower. Once he was done he stepped out of the shower wrapping a towel around his naked waist and stepped to the sink to shave and gel his hair into perfection. Splashing himself with his favorite cologne he walked back into his room to dress, pulling out a black button up shirt and pair of perfectly pressed khakis. Leaving the shirt un-tucked, the top buttons undone, and rolled up the sleeves he was the sheer image of perfection.

Stepping out into the living room, Doyle plopped himself down on the couch to watch whatever was already playing on the television. Zach walked out wearing dark washed jeans and a blue pinstriped shirt that matched his blue eyes. Taking a seat next to his cousin Zach seemed a bit tensed.

"What's wrong Zach?" Doyle asked glancing in his direction.

"That Layla girl, I haven't been able to get her off my mind." He admitted as he rubbed his hand over his head. "You don't think?"

"No, Zach, it's impossible. Why would you find your mate when we are hundreds if not thousands of miles away from home? That would be impractical wouldn't it?"

"I guess, but its not like she's from here! Remember she came from our airport!" Doyle rolled his eyes at his cousin's thoughts.

"Look Zach, I highly doubt it is, but if it is then you'll know for sure soon. Until then you need to be living this up. Once you settle on that one girl, all this, is over!" Doyle motioned around the room. "I don't know about you, but I'm not looking for a mate, I'm enjoying my freedom way too much. And I advise you to do the same."

"Yeah, Zach. Enjoy it while you can." Kyle added as he walked out of the room his shaggy brown hair dried and styled into it's rightful place. He was wearing black skinny jeans that were too tight for Doyle's liking and a black and blue plaid button down shirt with a white tank underneath.

"Dude, what the hell are you wearing?" Doyle cracked in laughter as he pointed at Kyle. Clutching his stomach from laughing so hard he pulled himself from the couch. "Go back in your room and change. You aren't going out looking like a damn teenager."

"What? There's nothing wrong with skinny jeans." This time Zach joined in on the laughing as his twin became more and more defensive over his appearance.

"Kyle, dude we can practically see the outline of your crotch. You little to the imagination! How do you expect a girl to want to screw you if you let them know what your packing?" Zach walked into his room returning with a pair of faded jeans and black shirt that clung to his chest and arms just right. "Put that on, now! We're going to be late."