It had to be a dream.

Please tell me it’s a dream.

A nightmare.

How in the world did the guy I had the best sex with become my stepbrother?!

It was supposed to be a probability of zero, maybe even negative numbers, but here I was, sitting at a dining table so extravagant it looked like something out of a movie.

And there he was, Ryder, sitting across from me, his dark hair perfectly messy in a way that made me want to pull it, his lips curled into that same smirk I remembered all too ...