Matched (LSU, #5)

by Becca Steele

“I have a hypothetical situation, and I could use your advice.” Ander held up his hand. “Before you tell me what this is all about, is it gonna require the assistance of Sid?” “Sid,” I muttered, but when Ander continued to look at me expectantly, I sighed in defeat. “Okay. If you really think it’ll help.” “Sid’s a great therapist.” My housemate made for the stairs, and I followed him up on autopilot, not even realising we were heading for JJ’s bedroom until he was knocking on the door. “JJ—” “JJ has custody this week. He’s good for advice, too.” Ander glanced back at me as he pushed the door open. “Mate. We’ve got your back. Don’t look so stressed.” “Make yourself at home,” JJ said drily when Ander flopped onto his bed. He was leaning back in his desk chair with his feet kicked up on the desk, a music video playing on his open laptop. The sound was muted, and when I took a closer look, I realised the video was playing at half speed. “Dance moves,” JJ explained when he caught me staring. “Now, do either of you want to tell me why you’ve invaded my room?” Ander rolled over onto his back, his head hanging off the edge of the bed. Looking at JJ from his upside-down position, he lifted his hands in the air. “Charlie needs our advice on a hypothetical situation.” He did air quotes with his fingers when he said the final two words. “I thought we could use Sid for moral support.” They both glanced over at where the giant snail was gliding along the bottom of its enclosure, comple...