Kyle arrived at the house, parking his car right in front of the modest suburban home. Even though this was a wealthy neighborhood, his vehicle still caught a few stares from people passing by or tending to their perfectly manicured lawns. It didn't change the fact that neighbors would always be nosy, always watching, always making mental notes about who came and went.
Kyle stepped out of the car, a young good-looking man in expensive casual clothes, moving with the kind of natural confidence that made people do double takes. It was easy to mistake him for a celebrity you just haven't seen yet, someone whose face you should recognize but can't quite place.
The front door opened long before he even made it halfway up the walkway. Jasmine came bursting out like a missile, her little legs pumping as fast as they could carry her.
"Big brother Kyle!" she screamed, launching herself at him with complete faith he'd catch her.
