“You’re rich enough to afford your own place.” I eye him. “Is that so?” “With the trust fund and hockey contract and all.” I snort. “What I’m saying is, having screaming sex with my sister at all hours of the day—” “That was a one-off.” I wave him away. “Well, maybe you should consider getting a space for yourselves. Just the two of you.” His face is red, and he rubs the back of his neck. “The guys and I took a little vote—” “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” “We’re not kicking you out immediately. Just, you know, when this shit with Wren’s dad gets resolved and things settle down a bit.”
