Hoobastank plays on the other side of the door, which means Jax is already home. Rian is more of a country music girl.
I put my hand on the doorknob and stand there for a second. Rian’s right—we can’t live like this until Jax decides Cliffton Heights isn’t for him. Since high school, he usually cut ties every four months from wherever he’s living at least. We don’t have to be best friends, but we can keep it civil.
All the kumbaya s**t in my head dies when the door opens and I find Jax licking batter off of Rian’s finger.
Her head shoots my way, eyes wide like I caught her doing something wrong. Jax’s Cheshire Cat grin is obvious even with his lips wrapped around her finger. My jaw aches from clenching.
“Don’t let me interrupt.” I hold up my hands and walk through the living room towar
