KARA’s POV
But over all, he was handsome in a striking way.Just like Joey. I had to be honest, a little bit more than him.
He looked better than the few pictures I had seen of him in Joey's phone and he had a small silver earring worn in his left ear I hadn't noticed before now. Boy, it was sexy!
His face was set in an expression I couldn't read. Probably he was upset I had showed up too late and made him wait?
"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting. I overslept," I started.

JULIAN'S POV.
I was getting really impatient already and bit on my lip while scrolling aimlessly on my phone to while away some time. Women and not having respect for anyone's time!
My bags had already been checked minutes ago by custom and I couldn't wait to relax. It had been a tiring 5 hour plus trip. I was coming from New York and it was my first time there, ever.
I was greeted with the warm and nice atmosphere. Always heard the place had one of the best weathers with a laid back vibe.
A message beeped on my phone and Kara told me to come wait outside the terminal which I did after cursing under my breath waiting for it to all be over.
I stood there for four minutes before a black Mercedes pulled up by the curb. A woman got down hurriedly and came over to the trunk. It was Kara, my twin brother's wife.
Wow. She looked just as pretty as she had been in the wedding photos and other photos I had seen of her. She did nothing special to her very dark curly hair and her oval shaped face was makeup free but she looked so beautiful. Too beautiful!
Her porcelain skin was smooth and even and she had the most alluring eyes I had ever seen. She was short as far I was concerned.
My eyes were quick to scan her body up and down and she had a sexy petite figure. Although in baggy trousers, I could still make out the size of her ass. Pretty big for someone of her size and her boobs were proportionate too.
Her small rounded mouth opened a bit and it moved while she said something. I caught sight of a dimple on her right cheek.
She snapped a finger over my face and this time I could make what she said.
"Hello? Did you hear me?" she asked, staring at me. She probably said something before but I wasn't paying attention as I was checking her out.
"Sorry,what?" I asked back.
"I was apologizing for being late. Hope you're not mad. I overslept."
With that soothing angelic tiny voice. I couldn't be mad anymore.
"Yeah, sure its fine. Nice to officially meet you, Kara" I stretched out my hand and she took it. Her hands were small, warm and soft.
"Nice to finally meet you too. Welcome to San Diego!" She said with a hint of smile on her face. "Um, are these all your bags?" She continued,looking down at them closely.
"Yeah why?"
"How long are you staying?"
"Who knows?" I shrugged and started putting them in the trunk. She hesitated a little but helped me as it was prohibited to park there. After we got all the bags in, I got into the passenger's seat and buckled my seatbelt.
She got in and had her seatbelt on as well. After putting the key in, the engine roared and she hit the brakes.

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KARA'S POV
Why on earth did he have that much bags? He looked like he was gonna be staying for months! Joey never mentioned that he was going to be staying for more than a few days, so why all the baggage?
I put on one of my favorite songs and was beginning to enjoy it when his voice inter posed my good time. Okay, his voice was pretty deep.
Did he digest speakers?
But it was really sexy all the same.
"This music is lame. Can you change it?"
"Huh excuse me? Aren't your ears working properly? How is this song lame?" I shot him a look before diverting my eyes back to the road.
"The artist and the song itself. Both lame. Maybe I should connect my phone to the car's Bluetooth?"
And before I could even react, he started doing just that. He had so much guts!
His music started playing and he even increased the volume.
"That was very rude," I told him crossly. "Its not even your car!"
"Its my brother's." He replied simply.
"Well if you have forgotten, I am married to your brother. What belongs to him also belongs to me."
"Chill out and enjoy some real music."
Eek. I wanted to barf. That was his idea of some real music? Some useless trap song by God knows who? And why did it need to be so damn loud for heaven's sakes?
I decided to endure because it wasn't gonna be long till we arrived home anyways.
"Home sweet home," I muttered as I turned the engine off.
I got down from the car and was about walking into the house when I heard him asking, "Won't you help me with my bags?"
I turned around with my arms folded. "Aren't you man enough to carry your bags all by your self? What are those muscles for?"
I was definitely not gonna help. First, why did he have so much anyway? I expected just a duffel bag strapped to his back. Yet, he had that as well as two huge suitcases. Was he planning to stay in San Diego for as long as he shall live?
Second, he had no right to blast his annoying song loudly through the speakers.
I could swear I saw a smirk on his face for a second and then he said nothing at all.
I ignored him, walking into the house.