He shot me a teasing grin as he said it, his grey eyes sparkling with mischief.

My face instantly heated up. I could feel the blush spreading across my cheeks and down my neck. “Rhys!” I squeaked, embarrassed. “You can’t just say stuff like that.”

He chuckled, low and warm, as he pulled off his Sigma t-shirt in one smooth motion. My mouth went dry at the sight of his bare torso — toned abs, defined chest, and that delicious V-line disappearing into his jeans. He was built like someone who played sports and lifted weights regularly.

“Why not?” he asked, clearly enjoying my reaction. “We’re family, right? No secrets...