RIGBY’S POV:

“Bedtime,” I say firmly when Clover yawns for the tenth time.

She scrunches up her face like a child refused cake.

“Where are you sleeping tonight, Clover?” Ziggy asks.

That boy seriously lacks tact.

Clover shrugs. She hasn’t decided it would seem.

“Do we need some sort of schedule?” Jett asks, his inner geek making an appearance.

There’s an explosion of laughter as we all look at him in complete ...