Jordan coughed, clearing his throat, and gestured over his shoulder. “I—uh—coffee. I can do that. Bren? You want some?”

Jessinda was Tab’s sister. I was pretty sure this was sister code violation.

She closed her mouth, coughing, too, and came up the last few steps. She glanced at my feet before giving me a once-over. “I… Yeah. So, you and Jordan live together, huh?”

I leveled Jordan with a look. “Is this you getting back at Tab?” Because he had said he’d be moving on to her sisters.

He cringed, his hand raking through his hair. “No.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”

“It’s not.” He motioned to Jessinda, then let his hand drop by his side. “It just happened.”

And I had nothing to say to that. Turning, I started for the kitchen.

Jordan went to stand in front of the coffee machine, shirtless and only in his sweats. I was counting the nail scratches on his back when he looked over his shoulder. Seeing my gaze, he cursed under his breath. Three coffee mugs were set on the counter, creamer next to them. The machine began to spew.

“It’s not that, Bren. I promise.”

I didn’t have time to deal with that anyways. “My dad’s in town.”

His gaze sharpened and he wheeled completely around. “What?!”

Jessinda had been moving across the kitchen but faltered at hearing his reaction.

I added, indicating her, “You know me. Tell Tab yourself. Don’t make me do it.”

“Fuck.” His head reared back, and he glared at the ceiling. “Crew, Bren. Crew!”

I pointed at Jessinda. “Friend code. Tab lectured me last year about it. Don’t put me in that position.”

“I’ve chosen you over her so many times—”

“This isn’t quite the same and you know it.”

A pent-up growl erupted from him, but he sighed right after. “Yeah. I know. I’ll tell her.”

“Wait.” Jessinda’s last foot came down hard on the floor. She snapped out, “What?”

Jordan skimmed her over, his mouth tightening. “I’m not dating Tab anymore. I’ve not actually done anything wrong. Bren’s hardcore with her loyalty, and she’s not loyal to you right now. You’re the one who violated your code, so you gotta call her and tell her.”

Her mouth had been hanging open, and it snapped shut. “You’re fucking with me?”

Jordan shook his head, resigned.

She swung my way.

I gave her a hard stare back. “Do not even think you can scare me. Do not play that game. You won’t win.” And with that said, I was done.

The coffee had churned enough. Jordan poured one of the mugs, then handed it over to me. He lifted his chin up. “Your dad, huh?”

I sighed, taking the cup. All the fight in me left with that one question, all in a sudden whoosh. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry.”