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critical eye, Devon was willing to admit he was impressed by the architect’s unique design. The man was truly a visionary for using an Olympic-sized, glass-enclosed circular pool with a retractable glass ceiling as the centerpiece of the house. Yes, the design was artistic and still functional, but Devon had made a point to let Barnett know that both he and his brother were architects themselves.
    All communications thus far had been through Barnett, who, when asked by an eager Deshawn when Ms. Bolton would arrive in town, would only say that she was out of the country traveling. It was due to the friendly attorney, they had then learned, that they had been offered the contract. It seemed he was a business associate of one of their former clients, a young African-American politician from Washington, DC, who have wanted a vacation home built in Virginia for his family. The fact that they lived just half a mile from the site was just a bonus, he had assured them during the first week of construction when he flew into Charleston to meet with them in person to go over any last-minute details. During the couple of months after they began construction on the house, the attorney had returned several times to check on the developments.
    “Morning, brother.”
    Devon looked up to see his mirror image walk into the office, similarly clad in well-worn baggy jeans and long sleeve henley with GAP embroidered on the front. “Good morning. Nana up yet?”
    Deshawn laughed, a smile always ready to break through on his handsome face. “Yeah, she’s flipping through those three hundred channels from the satellite dish we brought her. She’s in rerun heaven right about now.”
    Devon smiled, not as quick to laugh as his easy-going twin. It was odd because as much as they looked alike, they were different in their personalities. Nana Lil, with her ornery sense of humor, called Deshawn the “friendly one”. Devon never took offense because he knew their grandmother loved them both equally and she was right. The truth was just the truth. Since before he could remember, Deshawn was always the talkative one, instantly making friends while Devon kept to himself and spoke only when he deemed it necessary. Nothing had changed over the years since their childhood. Well, except that Deshawn’s charm made it hard for any woman to resist him and Devon aloofness seemed to draw women to him in droves. They both had very active social lives.
    The differences in their personalities didn’t stop them from being close, as most twins were. Sometimes Devon could just shake his head in wonder when he saw that his twin had many of the same idiosyncrasies that he had, like eating with the spoon most of the time or biting his thumbnail when he was thinking something over.
    The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, and the skies were a bluish lavender mix as day began to break. Summers in the south were one-of-a-kind and Devon knew that by noon the temperature would soar. He made a mental note to make sure he brought the water coolers filled with ice to the site for the crew to use throughout the day. If it was anything like yesterday, then it would be another scorcher as they worked.
    Deshawn walked over to look down at the blueprints. Devon steeled himself for what he knew was about to spew from his brother’s mouth.
    “Chloe Bolton’s house, just a half mile from my house.” He smiled heavenward, as if thanking the Great One above. “Life around here is definitely going to get real interesting when she gets here.”
    “ If she gets here,” Devon snapped. “She’s probably not moving down south permanently, like I’ve told you before. Barnett seems to be the only one in contact with her and he doesn’t even know when she plans on showing her face around here. She’s ‘out of the country,’ remember? I mean, the woman didn’t even care enough about the house to come check out how it’s developing herself, so it might not be number