Free Uncharted (Unexpected Book 3) by Claudia Burgoa

for an entire weekend?”
    In one weekend I can make her fall in love with me, can’t I? At least convince her that we can see each other on a regular basis—date. AJ can give me pointers on how not to fuck up this chance. I release a small laugh. It never fails: when I think of her, my phone rings.
    “Hey baby,” I answer by the second ring. “What up?”
    “I hate my life. My roommate left me outside. If it wasn’t disgusting, I’d ignore the scarf tied on the door handle and I’d interrupt their coital fest.” Her angry voice sounds funny, as she is yell-whispering over the phone. “Fucking bitch, I seriously have to find another job that’ll pay enough for me to rent an apartment. What are you two up to?”
    “AJ, stop thinking about selling your music and say yes to creating the company. That’s going to be our income if we play our cards right with Papi.” She huffs and doesn’t say anything. “Tonight Matthew’s learning what the kids like these days, and hating me.” I laugh because he’s going to be pissed that I took our only car. Buying one car for the two of us had been the worst idea we’ve had so far. “Long story that I can’t get into right now, Princess. In fact, I gotta go.”
    “Wow, so much for brotherly love. You have a girl there, don’t you?” Damn triplet connection. Sometimes I hate it. “If you get laid, let me know.”
    “I do love you, but I seriously need to go, Princess.”
    “Who was that?” Twinkle asks.
    “My sister. Her roommate locked her out again.” I can’t help but laugh because AJ’s always in some kind of weird situation. “I’m all for being a good sibling, but I’m not entertaining her tonight.”
    “What’s your sister studying?”
    “Music. The damn stupid girl is in Texas studying music.” I shake my head at the freaking anger I carry.
    Five kick-ass schools accepted her and she chose the one that had the worst music program. Only AJ would turn down Juilliard, all because of Porter. If my parents knew, they’d kick his ass and send her to a much better school.
    “She’s a musical genius, like our father, Chris. She has his genes.” I try not to sound bitter, but AJ doesn’t have to practice as much as I do. I spend hours and hours and only play half as well as Chris or AJ. “But she also wants to be a teacher. She’s good with children and teaching. When we go to Albany, our cousins’ children stay glued to her. They adore her.”
    “Why didn’t you study music?”
    “Not sure. I’m good at math, business and all that shit.” I bring up my qualifications as a student. “Matthew is good at everything and we both decided to try a degree that can be learned online. Dad didn’t have a musical education and he’s awesome. In fact, he’s our teacher.”
    I don’t give her more specifics about MJ wanting to study English but giving it up because I convinced him to follow me. Or that my musician father isn’t my biological father, or how I want so bad to be like him when I grow up.
    “This is too personal, isn’t it?”
    “You’re right, Jacob. We barely know the basics.” She straightens to a sitting position, but I don’t let her get out of my grasp. “Like my favorite colors are periwinkle blue and rose-petal pink. My favorite show will forever be Gilmore Girls , even when my family swears it’s Law and Order. My favorite movie is Pleasantville , and I’m a Harry Potter fan. There—just the basic facts of life.”
    Pleasantville? I don’t remember what that movie was all about. The rest was self-explanatory.
    “What about you?”
    “Color, I guess black. And movies, any Never End . The Lord of the Rings is my favorite book series. I don’t have a favorite television show. And what is Pleasantville ?”
    She gives me a brief synopsis of the movie, where two teenagers end up inside a sitcom based in the fifties. The life of the characters is black and white, and the town slowly changes into colors as the characters