My twin and I knew we were going home to strangers who would be living in our house. I tried to prepare myself, telling myself to be kind and polite. But what I wasn’t prepared for was… her.
Bellamy Clark.
With her long, fiery red hair and the freckles that I couldn’t stop staring at, her curious green eyes felt like they were peering straight into my soul. The first time I saw her, I had to remind myself to breathe.
Within hours of being under the same roof, I found myself wanting to run, though not for reasons I was willing to admit.
One horse ride. That’s all it took. Her laughter, the way she teased me effortlessly…it burrowed deep under my skin, a feeling I couldn’t shake. And before I knew it, I was forgetting every warning my dad had ever given me.
I didn’t care how off-limits she was. I wanted her, every part of her, until I couldn’t remember why I shouldn’t.
For that summer, she was mine.
Until she decided, our parents would never accept us being together.
After all, we were step-siblings now.
