Jesse had school in the morning, so after we dropped him off, Cade insisted on coming with me to my house.
“You really think you’re going to be useful with that ankle?” I teased as we drove, one eyebrow raised.
“I can supervise,” he said, flashing the cocky grin of someone convinced that watching was work.
I rolled my eyes. “In other words, I work, you watch.”
When we pulled up, I braced myself for the destruction: shattered plates, toppled furniture, books scattered in wild disarray. But the second I opened the door, I froze.
The house was spotless. Not just cleaned, restored. The center table was new. A flat-screen sat where the broken TV had been. If you hadn’t seen it yesterday, you’d never know havoc had torn through here.
My stomach flipped. “Am I hallucinating? Cade… tell me I
