Ada was already halfway out the door when she turned back, keys jingling in her hand. “Kelechi, please. Just twenty minutes. His lower back’s been killing him since that pickup game last weekend. You’ve got those strong hands from all the gym videos you watch. Help him out, please?”

I shrugged like it was no big deal. “Sure. No problem.”

She smiled, relieved, then glanced at Jide sprawled on the couch in his gym shorts and tank top. “Be nice to my brother, yeah? Don’t scare him.”

Jide laughed, low and easy. “Me? I’m a gentleman.”

Ada rolled her eyes and left. The front door clicked shut. The house suddenly...