Jaxon

From the driver’s seat, Ezra’s question hung in the air like smoke.

“Is she single?”

For a split second, I just stared at him — not sure if I’d heard right.

The faint sound of Sienna’s footsteps echoed ahead, soft against the driveway. She didn’t turn around. Didn’t say a word. Just kept walking toward the porch light that framed her silhouette.

My jaw tightened. “What?”

Ezra laughed, tossing me a quick side glance. “Chill, man. Just asking. She’s ...