Sunday mornings at the Iron Vipers clubhouse had developed their own rhythm, because nobody seemed to know how to have a quiet weekend anymore.
I woke to the sound of children running down the hallway, and I opened my eyes while Jace was still asleep beside me.
For a few seconds, I stayed where I was and listened.
Someone laughed downstairs, a door opened, and then I heard Mason yelling something about somebody stealing his coffee.
I smiled because this was home now. So I slipped out of bed and headed into the bathroom, where I showered, brushed my teeth, and pulled my hair into a messy ponytail before changing into jeans, sneakers, and a comfortable T-shirt.
When I walked downstairs, the clubhouse was already crowded.
Emma was carrying a basket of folded towels, Mia was helping orga
