Ella:
I was still holding Colt’s coffee mug when the front door busted open.
My heart stuttered in my chest as I turned.
Footsteps. Heavy. Fast.
I didn’t have to see him to know it was Beckett.
The air shifted the second he stepped into the kitchen. My brother’s eyes landed on me first—then on the plate of half-eaten eggs, the second coffee mug, the warm imprint in the couch cushion.
And finally, the man now leaning against my counter.
Colton.
“You serious right now?” Beckett asked, voice low and dangerous.
Colt didn’t flinch. “Morning to you too, Beck.”
“Don’t act like that!” Beckett snapped. “Not when you’re playing house with my sister like last week didn’t just f*****g happen.”
My stomach twisted.
I set the mug down slowly, trying to steady my breath. “Beckett—”
“No,” he c
