Kathy's POV

I never should have moved in with them.

The moment I stepped through the front door of the sprawling modern house with my two suitcases, I felt it—the heavy, predatory energy rolling off Darren and Dickson like a storm about to break. My twin stepbrothers. Twenty-two years old, identical in every devastating way: tall, broad-shouldered, dark-haired, with piercing green eyes that seemed to strip me bare before I even said hello. I was Kathy, nineteen, painfully shy and still blushing at the thought of being looked at too long.

Dad and their mom had married last year, making us family. But family didn’t look at you the way...