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When I enter, Lee not so subtly nods for me to take my place between the two. I sit down and tell myself I’m not disappointed that Jack has put on a shirt.
“Right,” Lee says, glancing at his watch. “I’ve called this meeting to reiterate a few house rules.”
“Could we hurry this up?” Jack grumbles. “I was about to go work out.”
Jamie groans. “You’re always working out.”
“Exactly. You should try it. Put some muscle on those puny pencil arms.”
“Why?” Jamie scoffs. “I look like this without even trying.”
“Yes, I know. That’s the point.”
Pinching his nose, Lee lets out a long sigh. “Are you both done, or do you require that Abbey and I validate your respective masculinities and tell you how devastatingly hot you both are?”
“Nah,” Jack says, flashing that cocky grin. “I know I am.”
Damn right he is. I’m liable to self-combust sitting this close to him.
“As do I,” Jamie says with the haughty tip of his chin.
Jamie does have a certain metropolitan chicness about him. Attractive, definitely. But he’s not my type. I’m not into guys who spend more time on their hair than I do.
“As I was saying,” Lee tries again. “The house rule.”
Oh, okay. Apparently we’ve whittled down our list of “a few house rules” to just one.
He then looks directly at me as though wrapping his fingers around my very soul. “There is absolutely no fraternizing among housemates.”
Oh.
“Otherwise known as the Jamie rule,” Jack says helpfully.
Jamie doesn’t choose to respond, still swiping at his phone and looking deliberately uninterested.
Lee rolls his eyes. “Thank you, Jack.”
“Why the Jamie rule?” I ask when they don’t elaborate.
Crossing his legs, Lee cocks his head at the chastised Jamie. “Care to explain, Lord Kent?”
Jamie prefaces his explanation with a weary sigh. “Well, you see, Abbey, some would have you believe our previous living situation became untenable following a brief and not at all remarkable liaison between two cohabiting, consenting adults.”
I bite back a laugh. “What did you do to her?”
“See?” Beside me, Jack bites back nothing. His deep laughter makes my heart skip. “She gets it.”
“Why does everyone assume I’m the guilty party?” demands Jamie.
Lee grins at him. “Babe, during your last row, that girl broke my flat iron and two of the good plates.”
“Your flat iron?” I echo.
“For my wigs,” he says like it should be obvious. “Anyway, I don’t entirely blame her.”
“You mugged her off good, mate,” Jack agrees.
“It could have been handled better on all sides,” Jamie concedes. “Let’s leave it at that.”
