You hadn’t even realized Cash had company.

You were just gonna ask him something—quick, easy. But the second you opened his bedroom door, voices cut off and six pairs of eyes landed on you. Five were vaguely familiar. One wasn’t.

That one?

He was leaning back on the floor, hoodie half-off, rings on his fingers, and that smug, unreadable expression stretched across his face. Chook.

You froze. He didn’t.

“The hell—you got a sister?” he said, looking at Cash, then back at you.

Cash groaned and covered his face. “Can you not, bro.”

But Chook wasn’t listening. He was still watching you, eyebrows raised, like you were the most interesting thing that’d walked into the room all week.