War With My Hockey Stepbrother
“Try not to make this harder than it already was.”
“Yeah? Well, good luck with your new job,” I said, crossing my arms against my chest. “You were responsible for everything now.”
“Well, thanks for also ruining my life.”
“I didn’t ruin your life.”
He was the one ruining my life, actually. Being Wade Scott’s enemy all my life felt like living next to the sun while staying hidden in the shadows. People worshipped him like he was their god — effortless charm, and the pride of the Scott family.
And then there was me: the stray in his life, with unruly red hair, oversized glasses, and a face nobody remembered twice.