**JAX'S POV**
"Hey, loser," my sister yells at full volume.
A couple passing by on the street turns to stare, but Jess is unbothered. She's waiting outside the third apartment we've viewed today, arms crossed over her chest, one hip c****d. She's losing patience with me.
I pull her into a quick hug. She smells like the coffee shop where she works—espresso and vanilla. "Hey yourself, dork. Who are you calling a loser? New England's on a winning streak."
"Barely," she grins, shoving me away.
We've looked at three apartments so far. The first one was too loud—right next to a nightclub with bass that vibrated through the walls. The second one had tenants who were all wearing the same white t-shirts, which made my skin crawl.
"It's not giving Jonestown," Jess had argued.
"I'm just saying
