I let out a shaky breath, staring down the quiet corridor where Adam had vanished. I remembered his broad shoulders—broad and solid, the kind I used to trace with my fingers back in New York...

Wait. Does that mean I’ve slept with two brothers?

The thought slammed into my chest, making my skin prickle with sudden disgust. I instantly shut it down, shaking my head. No. Stop it. Now is not the time to lose my mind over self-respect or ethics.

Besides, how in the hell was Adam related to Don Sullivan? I let out a bitter, silent laugh. The whole idea felt utterly absurd, impossible to swallow. Trying to...