Mom pulled into the driveway and killed the engine. My stepdad opened my door, and I slid out, quickly yanking my skirt down to hide the mess between my legs—evidence of exactly what we’d been doing in the back seat.

Mom stepped out and turned to me with an apologetic smile. "Sorry you were so cramped back there, honey. I promise to make it up to you with your favorite dinner tonight."

"It's okay, Mom," I said, shooting a glance at my stepdad. "You should thank Dad. He made the ride... surprisingly enjoyable."

Mom beamed, completely missing the double meaning. "He adores you. He treats you like his own flesh...