The next week, the brothers started helping around the apartment without being asked.
It began on Monday when the old AC unit in Mia’s living room finally gave out. The place was already hot and stuffy, and with Leo running around, Mia was sweating through her thin tank top by midday. She was struggling with the remote, trying to get even a weak breeze, when a knock sounded at the door.
Jake walked in like he owned the place—which, technically, his family did. “Heard the unit acting up,” he said, carrying a toolbox. “Let me take a look.”
He was wearing a loose white t-shirt that quickly became useless. Every time he reached overhead to fiddle with the wires and filters, the shirt rode up, showing off that sculpted V-line disappearing into his low-slung jeans. The deep cut of his hips ma
