I barely parked when I saw a familiar figure lounging by my front steps, hands in his pockets, wearing that signature smirk that always meant trouble.
"Jay?" I stepped out of the car, eyebrows raised.
He straightened, smug as ever. "Good. You’re home. For a minute, I thought I’d have to break in through the window."
I gave him a flat look. "At the rate things are going, maybe I should just give you and Sophia spare keys. Save everyone the hassle."
Jay grinned. "Not a bad idea. We’re basically unofficial tenants at this point."
I crossed my arms. "What are you doing here? What are you up to now?"
"Sophia sent me to fetch you," he said dramatically. "Tonight’s the pre-birthday-slumber-bash-extravaganza. Her words, not mine."
I blinked. "Wait. I’m sleeping at Liam’s again?"
Jay burst
