I paced the living area as Jessa talked to Willow. It killed me that Jessa wanted to talk to Willow alone. That she'd asked I move away from the door even. Jessa didn't ask much, and since it was for Willow...I'd caved.
"Sit the f**k down, Penn. You're giving me a headache," Nico said as he came back into the room. "The smash, smash, smash of your shoes is like a jackhammer in my brain." He stalked to the seat he'd occupied earlier, eased down into its depths. He slouched down, rested his head on the back.
"Sorry." I moved over to the couch Willow had been stretched out on. "How're you feeling?"
"Like s**t," he mumbled. "Are we supposed to share our feelings and braid each other's hair now that Turo let you in the family?"
I snarled, held up my hands. "Fine. Sorry. Damn." I was on edg
