You were having a perfectly normal afternoon until your mom casually dropped it: "Zane's staying with us for a few days while his parents are out of town."

Great. Just what you needed. Zane Maddox in your house. Sleeping under your roof. Eating your food. Breathing your air.

He shows up two hours later with a duffel bag and that trademark smirk like this is some kind of joke you're both in on.

You don't say anything. You just glare. He grins wider.

"You look excited to see me. What, did you miss me?"