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“How are your two houseguests doing?” Jesse turned the tables on his brother.

“They’re not houseguests,” Jacob argued, just like Jesse knew he would. “They rent the apartment above the garage.”

“For about a thousand dollars less than they should,” Jesse reminded him. His trip to visit his brother a few months ago had been eye-opening. He’d met his twin’s not-houseguests and knew Jacob had met his match.

“It’s not like I need the money,” Jacob said.

“True. So, they’re doing well?”

“Fine.”

Jesse smirked.

“There’s nothing going on. Scott is a very smart and dedicated student. I’m just helping him out by giving him a place to rent.”

Jesse snickered. “He was a very nice young man. We both know who I'm talking about though.”

“I only let James live there because Scott wouldn’t stay without him,” Jacob told him. Not for the first time.

“Uh-huh.”

“James is… He’s…”

“Sexy,” Jesse offered.

Jacob grunted.

“And drives you crazy,” Jesse added.

“He bought a motorcycle! Do you know the statistics on fatal accidents on bikes in California?”

“I bet you told him,” Jesse guessed.

“He winked at me before putting on a helmet!” Jacob threw himself back into his chair, visibly irritated.

“What did you do?” Oh, this would have been good.

“I called his brother Michael,” Jacob said. “Okay, I called his brother’s partner. His Daddy Finn, not the crazy one. Not Jackson. I can’t handle talking to him.”

Jesse barked out a laugh. “Because the crazy one would just encourage him?”

“Finn did inform me that he’d taken a motorcycle away from Jackson. Jackson said he sold it. Finn didn’t know that Jackson had sold it to James for twenty bucks. Michael was pissed when he found that out.”

Jesse had never met Michael, Finn, or Jackson but he’d heard a few very funny stories from his brother when the throuple went to visit his non-houseguests. “You tattled on him? Seriously?”

“It didn’t work. He still has the bike.”

He laughed loudly as his brother sat in front of him, pouting.

“It’s not that funny.”

Jesse wiped the tears from his eyes. “Usually, you can just scowl or give someone your professor Daddy look, and they fall all over themselves to follow your orders.”

“He’s a brat,” Jacob stated.

Well, that was his brother’s specialty. Jesse didn’t even have to say the words.

“He’s too young for me,” Jacob said. “He’s the same age as the students I teach.”