As I walked into Jax’s house, something felt different.
It felt.. more comfortable, somehow, as I watched him bring my bags in from his car. Something about it just felt right.
Like I belonged here.
I knew I didn’t. I knew that, out of everyone living in the house— and I didn’t even really know how many people actually lived there— I was the different one.
As Jax came back in the foyer and sat my bags down, I asked him, “how many people actually live here?”
Curious, he c****d his head to the side. “Spencer and Claude live down here, in two bedrooms off the main living room. My brother and sister stay upstairs, and I live in the master suite. Why do you ask?”
I shrugged. “It just seems like there’s always so many people in and out.”
He chuckled. “There’s not too many. Imogen is o
