“So if I’m taking the bed,” Joana says, hand on the gray comforter, “and your brother lives with you too…?” She eyes Jack. “Then, how are you both going to…?” She glances between us. Good fucking God. My nineteen-year-old sister is asking where me and Jack are going to fuck. Highland has his knuckles to his mouth, his smile rising. I love that not much fazes him. “Ah, ah, ha.” I wave a finger at Jo. “That’s off-limits.”
