“What the hell are we doing here?” Frankie asked angrily.

“Learning to cook,” Mia replied simply.

The four of them—Mia, Frankie, Darius, and Liam—were standing in the kitchen of a local cooking school. They were the only students for this particular lesson, but Mia wished there was more of a buffer between her and her brother…and her and Liam.

He’d been quiet over the last few days. Whereas before he’d been constantly trying to get her alone and get her to forgive him, now he’d backed right off and Mia didn’t quite know if she was happy about it or not. Her body certainly didn’t have any qualms about getting...