Jazz padded into the living room wearing an oversized hoodie, hair sticking up like a warning sign. She yawned dramatically, then caught sight of Nate on the couch with Sophia tucked beside him. Her smirk was instant.
“Well, well, well. Look who made it without strangling each other. Do I hear wedding bells or just leftover moaning?”
Sophia groaned… “Jazz.”
“What?” Jazz grinned, plopping into the armchair with zero shame. “I’m just saying, the air in here is heavy with ‘we totally made up’ vibes. My poor sheets may never recover.”
Nate’s mouth twitched like he was fighting a smile. “Good morning to you too.”
Jazz winked. “Morning, Sterling. You hungry? I was gonna offer breakfast. Nothing fancy—just eggs, toast, maybe pancakes if Sophia stops pretending she doesn’t inhale carbs when I
