Boxes littered the living room, my mother humming to herself as she unpacked wine glasses like this wasn’t the most humiliating day of my life.
New house. New stepdad.
New stepbrother.
“Harper, honey, come meet Logan!” my mom called from the front door.
The name made my stomach twist. No. It couldn’t be.
I wiped my hands on my jeans and walked toward the foyer, heartbeat thudding with dread. And then I saw him.
Tall. Dark hair. Muscles in all the places I shouldn’t be noticing.
And that smirk.
God. That smirk. I knew it like a scar.
Logan Carter.
My high school bully. The one who used to call me “Mouse” because I barely spoke. The one who once pulled my ponytail and whispered, “Bet no guy’s ever kissed you, huh?” in front of everyone.
Now he was standing in my new house with a b
