Cin worked her way through the kitchen, one earbud still in and some classic NWA keeping her company. She cleaned the benches and the stovetop, cleaned the inside of the microwave and ran a load of dishes. She was sweeping the floor when he phone rang again and she slipped it out to look at it. Jake again. Cin frowned, considering, and then sent him to voicemail, putting her phone away.
Jake could just sit his dumb ass down and wait. Kelly wasn't going anywhere, and Jake knew how to stay out of her way.