Jax's P.O.V.
Saturday morning came too fast, and I woke up to the smell of coffee drifting through the house. My first thought was Sam, which was becoming a frustratingly common occurrence. I was still half-asleep when I heard her mom’s voice echoing down the hall.
“Let’s hurry up, everyone! We’ve got breakfast at the diner and then the meeting with the realtor!”
Realtor. Right. Mom had mentioned last week that she and Dad were looking into buying a permanent place here. The rest of our stuff had officially been shipped over from the old house, so this was supposed to be the next step—putting down roots.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. Planting roots sounded permanent, and I wasn’t convinced I wanted to stick around long enough to grow anything.
“Jax!” Dad’s voice boomed up the sta
