THE house felt different the moment Elena stepped into it again. Maybe it was the silence, maybe it was the faint smell of cedar and aftershave drifting down the hallway… or maybe it was simply because he was here.

She hadn’t seen Adrian in eight months.

Eight freaking months since their parents’ awkward backyard wedding. Eight months of dancing around the fact that they were now step-siblings. Eight months of ignoring the strange electricity that had been there long before anyone signed ...