““I came up with the idea when I was in prison,” Kyle said, in response to their question. “Four months behind bars gives a man a lot of time to brainstorm.” He took a sip of water. Grey laughed. “That’s all you’re going to say? You’re not usually so modest.” Jordan eyed him suspiciously. “You’re never so modest.” She threw him a look. What’s going on? He frowned. Nothing. Go away. She cocked her head. What did you do now? He made a face. Thanks for the vote of confidence. Sitting between Jordan and Kyle, Nick raised an eyebrow, looking ever the FBI agent right then. “What’s with the looks?” Hearing that, Grey peered up from his menu. “Are they doing the twin thing again? Used to freak Marilyn and me out when they were younger. They’d have entire conversations like that at the dinner table.” He waved his hand dismissively. “You get used to it.””