“Absolutely not, Jennifer. Your brother is not staying here.”
Jennifer stood with her hands on her hips, suitcase half-zipped on the couch. “His roof is leaking, Vic. What do you want him to do, sleep in a puddle? He’s just annoying, not contagious.”
“Annoying is putting it mildly. He walks around like he owns every room he’s in, and the last time he crashed here he left his gym clothes on the bathroom floor for three days. I am not living with that energy again.”
“He’s my brother.”
“And this is my apartment too.”
The front door opened without a knock.
Speak of the devil.
Maddox stepped inside, duffel bag hanging from one hand, the other pushing the door shut behind him. Rain still clung to the dark waves of his hair. He looked like he’d walked straight out of every bad decision I’d
