Free Revelation by Randi Cooley Wilson

button up shirt with the top button undone and sleeves rolled to his elbows, showing off the same Celtic cross tattoo on his forearm. The attractive guy also wears the same leather bracelets on both wrists as Asher, although his stones are red.
    Though I see the similari ties in the two, this man looks much more reserved with a quiet intelligence about him. He hits his shot. Stripes in the corner pocket. Pleased with himself, his blue eyes look up at me and he stands to his full height.
    “Eve , this is my,” Asher pauses before catching himself, “older brother, Keegan St. Michael. Keegan, Eve.”
    Keegan walks over to me w ith a very debonair swagger, holding out his hand and shaking mine in a formal way. “Pleasure, Eve.” His smile is polite.
    I didn’t think it possible but this brother seems even more standoffish and intimidating than Asher. He’s extremely muscular, giving off a fierce warrior vibe. I get the impression he would win a bar fight with his eyes closed.
    “Hi ,” I respond.
    McKenna sa unters up to us, entwining her arm through Keegan’s and tightening her eyes at me. “Hello, Eve.” The ice queen sounds even more thrilled about me being here than I am.
    Clearly marking her territory. She should just pee on him while she’s at it. He steps back and puts his arm around her shoulder as she relaxes into his side.
    I respond by putting on my fakest and sweetest tone. “Hi, McKenna. As always, it’s delightful to see you.”
    Suddenly, I’m jerked away by another Asher look-a-like with my back to his very muscular chest. He’s squeezing me so hard in a bear hug I might pass out from the lack of oxygen. Evidently, this person has no issues with physical contact or boundaries. Jeez, this must be the other brother, Callan. Are they all on steroids?
    “Eves .” I guess that’s his nickname for me. “So good to have you here with us,” he says with a great amount of enthusiasm.
    “Um, thanks . Do you think you could loosen your grip on my lungs?” I plead, needing air.
    He lets me go. “Oh, of course. Sorry about that.” Callan’s voice sounds amused and less than apologetic.
    I turn around , caught off guard by how different he is both in personality and appearance compared to his brothers. Callan has the same height, muscular build, and physical features, and not surprising, he also has the same piercing blue eyes and short, dark brown hair. This brother also has a Celtic cross arm tattoo and leather wristbands with green stones on his arms.
    However, unlike Keegan and Asher , he doesn’t have the hard edge to him that makes them frightening and intimidating. Callan’s entire demeanor screams laid back and easy going. His eyes and features are kind and warm.
    Also unlike Keegan and Asher , his fashion style is a bit more casual because he’s wearing frayed jeans, flip flops, and a grey t-shirt that reads: I refuse to engage in a battle of wits with an unarmed person.
    “Eve, this big teddy bear is my guy and Asher and Keegan’s youn ger brother, Callan St. Michael,” Abby states.
    At his introduction, Callan gives me a mega watt toothy grin. “Nice to officially meet you, Eves. Welcome to the family, cutie,” he says in the most sincere way.
    My eyebrows lift in bewilderment. “Officially?”
    Everyone tenses.  “ Abby here hasn’t stopped talking about her ‘new roommate’ and ‘friend’ Eve,” he teases. “It’s like we’ve gotten to know you second hand.”
    I smile. “Yeah, I’m pretty fond of Abby myself.”
    McKenna snorts behind me.
    Callan places a kiss on Abby’s cheek as she blushes. “It’s true. My girl is loved by all.”
    Abby swats him away with a smile. It’s obvious they enjoy teasing one another and are in love.  For a fleeting moment, I’m jealous of their relationship. It would be nice to have someone like that in my life. I look around the room and my eyes land on Asher. He’s just watching me with an unreadable expression. It’s almost