Stepdaddy Diaries
Rae leaned against the counter, her hip cocked, one hand resting on the flour-dusted surface. "You’ve been avoiding me for weeks. Every time I ask for lessons, you find an excuse. Why?"
"Because this is complicated," Ian said, running a hand through his hair. "You’re my stepdaughter."
"Step," Rae emphasized. "Not blood. And I’m twenty-two so I am old enough to know what I want."
"And what do you want?" The question slipped out before Ian could stop it.