Chapter 5

“How’s my favey bro?”

“Favey?”

“Favourite, idiot.”

“I’m your only.”

She snorted and kissed his cheek. “Same diff.”

Still, despite their differences, Eli didn’t much mind Jenny. She was self-centred and vain, yes, but she was also…nice. She loved him. She’d never really had a problem with him—oh, she didn’t understand him, but she also hadn’t had a problem with him. She hadn’t questioned every last thing about him the way Mum and Dad had.

“How’s the folks?” she asked, tucking her arm into his and leading him towards the shops. Christmas shopping, Eli’s least favourite thing.

“Mad at me again.”

“Why, what’d you do?”

“Who says I did anything?”

“Um, they’re mad at you? Ergo, you did something!”