Sienna's POV
As soon as I stepped inside my modest Oak Park townhome and shut the door behind me, I kicked off my heels with a groan of relief. Peace. Quiet. Solitude. At least, that’s what I thought I was walking into.
Instead—
“Hey Stink, why are there so many damn shoes by the front door?” I called out, my tone already tired.
“Hey Sis!” Stephen’s deep voice came from the family room, followed by the obnoxious background noise of machine guns and explosions. “Braxton, Carlos, and them here. We are working on our project.”
Mmm, hmm. A “project” that required Call of Duty and a twelve-pack of Mountain Dew. I sighed, already knowing tonight’s dreams of a quiet dinner and a glass of wine had officially flatlined.
This was the downside of living with my 22-year-old baby brother—who also
