Jake heard his brothers’ voices downstairs before the shower went on in Phoebe’s bedroom and drowned them out. He thought about the first time he’d waited for her to shower. The things he’d thought. The things he’d done. The moves and counter-moves that had brought them to his mom’s. Dani had been right. He’d done his job, and love was finding a way. Unless his brothers screwed things up for him, which it sounded like they planned to.
He tossed his wet towel and pulled on skivs, then jeans. Better go down and calm his brothers before Phoebe made an appearance. He just wished he’d had a chance to talk to mom alone before they got here. He wasn’t sure how she felt about the situation.
He padded downstairs without bothering with shoes, his hand gliding down the banister the way his butt use
