The moving truck left just after four.

I stood in the wide driveway with my last suitcase and stared up at the house. Two stories of pale brick and dark shutters, the kind of place that looked like it had always belonged to a family that wasn’t mine. My mother’s new husband had already gone back to the office. She was still inside finishing a phone call with her boss about the trip she was taking in the morning. That left me alone with the three men waiting on the porch.

Noah, Liam, and Jace.

My new stepbrothers.

Noah was the oldest. Twenty-eight, tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair cut short, the...