The cabin creaked under the weight of the storm. Wind howled through the trees, rain hammering the wooden roof like nature had a bone to pick. I wrapped my arms tighter around my sweatshirt, but it did nothing for the heat building under my skin.

Not from the weather. From them.

Jaxon, Ezra, and Caleb.

My stepbrothers.

We hadn’t grown up together—thank God—but we’d been “family” for just under six months since Mom married their dad. Six months of awkward ...