Orla, Liam and Cal stand on my front porch pounding so hard on my front window, I worry they’ll shatter the glass. I crack one eye open to make sure I’m not imagining them out there, and then try to go back to sleep on my couch, where I’ve fallen asleep with my laptop on my chest.
Eventually, one of them locates the key they each have to get in my house and soon, all of them are standing above me, smelling like sweat and Brady rage.
“Dude. You stink.” Cal waves at the air, pulling his t-shirt up over his nose and mouth. I groan. It’s been three days since I got home from South America, and I’ve only slept a handful of hours. I’ve been here in my living room the entire time, working with Ray on his research and typing up plans to bring him in to speak with my dad and Uncle Kellen.
“Li
