Greet Kyle.

Beth finished putting in the first load and returned to the living room to tidy up a little. After a few minutes, the doorbell rang.
"Coming!!" {if Shame < 50
}Well....not yet...{endif
}
When Beth opened the door, she was greeted by a tall, young man with a military haircut and a tight green tshirt stretched over a toned chest and decent biceps. Kyle Palmer was definitely Brian's brother: same jawline, same cheekbones, but Kyle's face was a little rounder, and he was taller than his older brother by an inch at least. He smiled a big grin when he saw her{if Shame < 70
} that gave her an embarrassing flutter of butterflies in her stomach. {else
}, and she had to fight down the flutter it caused in her midsection. Stop that.{endif
}
"You must be Beth. It's a pleasure to meet you ma'am." Kyle extended his hand. "Palmer.. ahem...I mean... Kyle."
Beth bypassed his hand, giving him a warm hug. "Wilson, Beth Wilson. It's nice to meet you, Palmer." Beth chuckled playfully. "Come in, please! I'm so excited to finally meet you. Make yourself at home." {if Shame < 50
}He's cute alright.{endif
}
Beth led Kyle to the living room, where he dropped his big green duffel, stenciled with "Palmer" in all caps. He took a seat on the couch, sighing with released tension and a good hint of weariness. Beth planted herself opposite from him in the loveseat.