Sam's P.O.V.
I watch her walk into the house like she owns the place, all grace and poise with her long, shiny hair and perfectly put-together outfit. Isabella, my cousin—the college freshman who’s apparently decided to bless us with her presence. She barely says two words to me before flashing that radiant smile at everyone else, and I swear Jax’s jaw almost hits the floor. He’s not even subtle about it, either, the way his eyes follow her every move like she’s some kind of goddess.
The knot in my chest tightens as I poke at my dinner, not really tasting anything. Mom keeps gushing about Isabella’s classes and how smart she is, and I just sit there, stewing. Every now and then, I glance at Jax, hoping he’ll notice me, say something—anything—but no, he’s too busy hanging on Isabella’s ev
