Falling For My Stepbrother On Ice
“Oh, Samantha, thank you! You didn’t have to bring this. Ay, it smells so good. God, pecan pie? You spoil us!”
My mom smiled, all proud. “Well, we wanted to drop something off for you all.”
I wasn’t listening much anymore because the smell from the kitchen was calling my name: savory, warm, definitely Puerto Rican. Probably some type of stew or beans cooking.
I followed the smell and rounded the corner into the kitchen. Piper was standing by the stove in tiny grey shorts and a white singlet, her curly reddish hair tied in a ponytail so disheveled it was practically falling apart. She had one hand on her hip and the other holding a wooden spoon, and she was eating straight out of the boiling