Mabel's POV

My stepdad’s thigh is pressed against mine under the blanket and I am one deep breath away from doing something catastrophic.

It’s family movie night. Me, my mom, and my stepdad are crammed onto the couch with a blanket over all three of us like we’re a normal family.

Noah is between us — forty-four, ex-athlete, broad chest, thick arms, silver at his temples, the kind of man who fills a doorframe and makes your brain stop working when he rolls his sleeves up.

He married my mom a year ago, and I’ve been fantasizing about him since the first time he walked into our house and shook...