My Stepbrother's Forbidden Obsession
“And for the record, I’ve never seen your brother in my entire life. It was just a lucky guess, that’s all.”
Across the table, Cain’s lips curved, and our eyes locked. “I guess it was,” he said quietly, then he lifted his glass. “Step sis.”
The word landed like a warning dressed up as a toast, and for a second, nobody at the table said anything at all. Then Richard clapped his hands together and launched into some story about Marcus’s childhood, and the conversation moved on without me, food finishing, my mother refilling her wine, and Ivy stealing rolls off the bread basket two at a time.