“Freaking show yourself dammit!” Jennifer groaned frustrated from where she knelt on the floor. She was looking under her bed, not for monsters, God forbid, but for her phone.
A quick glance to her wristwatch told her she would be late if she kept being stubborn. Looking for it the old-fashioned way was not going to cut it this time. Upon reaching this conclusion, she rose to her feet and hurried downstairs.
“Give me your phone,” she commanded urgently the moment she entered the kitchen.
Her devilishly handsome stepbrother, who was sitting at the table, enjoying a calm breakfast, was wearing a midnight blue suit and a white shirt. And although he chose not to put on a necktie, it didn’t harm his businessman look at all. More aggravatingly, his two-day beard somehow gave him a rakish, mo
