Good Girl Complex (Avalon Bay, #1)

by Elle Kennedy

This chick is out of her mind. “What is the peanut butter doing in the refrigerator?” I shout from the kitchen. I swear to God, having three people in this house has turned the place into a circus. I used to know where Evan was by the creaks and groans the house made around him. Now there’s two of them and it’s like this old place is haunted—constant noises coming from every direction at once. Hell, at this point, you could probably convince me that Patricia exists. “Hey!” I shout again into the void. “The hell did you go?” “Right here, dipshit.” Evan appears beside me, shouldering me out of the way as he grabs the two six-packs of beers from the fridge and throws them in the cooler. “Not you. The other one.” He shrugs in response and leaves the kitchen with the cooler. “What’s up?” Mac pops in from fuck knows where in a tiny bikini. Her tits are pouring out of the top, and the little strip of fabric between her legs is begging me to rip it off with my teeth. Damn. “Did you do this?” I hold up the jar of some peanut butter brand I’ve never heard of. It was sitting in the door of the fridge the whole time I was emptying every cabinet in the kitchen looking for a jar of Jif. She scrunches her face at me. “Do what?” “Who puts peanut butter in the fridge?” “Uh…” She comes over and takes the jar from me, turns it around in her hand. “It says so right on the label.” “But then it gets all hard. It’s gross.” I open the jar to see an inch-thick layer of oil on top of the solid butt...