Ethan's POV
Jess flopped onto the couch, phone already in hand. "So... speaking of crimes of passion..."
I was about to head into my bedroom for a shower but stopped dead. "What now?" I asked with an exaggerated sigh, pivoting on my heel.
I walked up to where Jess lounged and sat beside her on the couch, the cushions sinking under our combined weight. The gleam in her eyes and that telltale mischievous grin made my stomach do a nervous flip—I was already dreading whatever scheme percolated in her devious mind. With Jess, that particular expression usually meant trouble was about to find me, whether I wanted it to or not.
"What happened with Stella? You never told me about the ice cream date!"
"It wasn't a date. I just gave her a ride, and we happened to stop for ice cream."
"Uh-huh.
