SERAPHINA’S POV
“Boys!” Maxwell barked, managing to set them both on the ground. “Apologize—right now.”
The twins crossed their arms in unison, glaring at each other with matching stubborn scowls.
“Now,” he repeated, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I’m sorry,” the one in the blue flannel said to his brother. “Sorry you’re such a dumbass!”
Maya snorted.
Devin shot her a reproachful look, and she pursed her lips, trying to stifle her smile.
Sarah gave my mother an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry, Margaret. They’ve been a little…energetic lately.”
“A little?” Maya muttered under her breath.
My mother chuckled good-naturedly. “Please, don’t worry. We’ve seen worse. Like you said, they’re just spirited boys.”
“Spirited,” Maxwell echoed dryly. “That’s one word for it.” He turned back to his sons. “Noah, Zach—come on. Greet everyone.”
The twins scowled in perfect harmony.
