Sienna

The front door opened with a burst of voices and bags rustling.

“Kids? We’re back!” Dad’s voice carried into the house.

I shot Jaxon a look—one of those we-just-almost-got-caught looks—and hurried to the couch. I curled up with a random book in my lap, pretending I’d been reading the whole time. Jaxon moved just as fast, slipping into a chair at the dining table with his notes open, head bent like he was deep in study.

A second later, Mom and Dad walked in, arms full ...