Raelynn leveled her gaze at him. Her heart wasn’t ice, but it had long since grown cold.

Deep down, she’d known for a long time: Owen never liked her. Why would he, when he had his pride and joy—a brilliant eldest daughter pursuing further studies abroad—and his sweet-talking youngest daughter always at his side? Compared to them, Raelynn’s existence in the Jones family felt less significant than a freebie tacked onto a phone plan.

“Why would you assume ...