I adjusted the strap of my backpack nervously as the Uber pulled into the curved driveway of my new home—or rather, the home I was about to share with complete strangers. The house was ridiculous. Huge glass windows, sleek gray walls, and a steel-framed door that screamed modern money.
Mom had married some tech exec named Harrison while I was away at college. I hadn’t even met him in person—just a blurry FaceTime call with awkward smiles. And now here I was, standing in front of the door of a stranger’s mansion, about to move in with his three sons.
I expected cold greetings and awkward hellos.
I didn’t expect him.
The door swung open, and I froze.
A man—tall, muscular, shirtless—stood there. His dark hair was damp, sticking slightly to his forehead, and sweat still clung to his defin
